After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 173

They heard another loud bang.

All of them flinched. Their gazes swept between the deputy leader and Sylvia, realizing the deputy

leader had also been injured.

Again, they were amazed by Sylvia's speed, wondering if she was a top martial artist.

The deputy leader was more skilled in fighting than the leader, the most skillful one in their gang.

However, he almost died because of a kick.

His body slid down the wall and fell to the ground.

Unable to stand up, he spat a mouthful of blood.

Sylvia darted at him and asked, "Any bold ones want to fight me? Go ahead."

The rest men shivered in fear, unable to utter a beep.

It was midnight.

The police station of Larro received a call. A robbery in a wealthy neighborhood was reported.

Shortly after, the police car was pulled over at the entrance of Pearlhall Villa.

Several policemen rushed into the house while holding weapons.

Then they saw dozens of men in black squatting in the living room, shivering in fear.

The scene was different from what they'd imagined.

Sylvia looked at the deputy leader, who still spat blood continuously, and checked on the leader's dead

body. "They disagreed on sharing the stolen wealth, so they fought against each other. One was killed,"

she told the chief of the criminal investigation team.

"Are you all right, Miss Andrews?" the chief of the criminal investigation asked, staring at the queen-like

woman.

"Of course I am." An evil smile played on her lips. "They are not OK."

Right then, the forensic experts and several policemen started to investigate the scene and identify the

dead.

After learning he was a gang leader they had wished to arrest for a long time, they were shocked and

yelled, "Captain! He's Nash."

"What?" The leader of the criminal investigation team walked up and recognized the leader. Then he

glanced at the dying deputy leader and grinned, "Thank you so much, Miss Andrews. You helped us

arrest those scums."

The gang had done countless evil things, including intentional murders, arson, larceny, and robbery.

The police wanted to arrest them for a long time but lacked evidence.

The deputy leader murdered many people. Now, he would stay in jail for the rest of his life.

"No! I didn't..." he was about to defend himself and told the police he hadn't killed the leader.

However, he felt a sharp pang in his chest. It hurt so much that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

At three o'clock in the morning, The official account of the Larro police station posted a tweet on Twitter.

"At midnight, the police resolved a burglary case and caught the criminals. When the criminals shared

the stolen goods, they had an internal fight, causing one death and one injury. We'd like to thank Miss

Sylvia Andrews especially. She helped us capture 37 suspects. We reward her for her heroic action

with the medal and certificate of honor."

The following morning, a mighty roar was raised in Larro.

All netizens couldn't help discussing the latest news.

"Holy shit! What happened? It's only been a night. What did I miss?"

"Miss Sylvia Andrews helped the police resolve a criminal case. Again?"

"She helped them rescue the children from the traffickers last time. This time, she helped them capture

the burglar. I wonder what she isn't competent in."

"She should work as a policewoman."

"She's a stunner with good fighting skills. I worship her!"

"She's an excellent citizen indeed."

"How incredible!"

Sylvia didn't know anything about the netizens' discussions. She had been too busy to check Twitter.

Besides, Sylvia had only slept for a few hours the previous night. In the morning, she went to the studio

center of the city hall while still feeling sleepy.

It was the first formal rehearsal. Several government leaders' assistants and secretaries would watch it.

The leaders were waiting to be updated in their offices.

Therefore, Sylvia had to get up no matter how sleepy she was.

She was highly responsible at work. Although she felt upset for lacking sleep, for the sake of Mayor

Cody and his wife, she wanted to do the job well.

However, much to her surprise, those actors and actresses stared at her with unconcealed mania and

respect.

Sylvia asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes, "What's going on? Are you guys OK?"

Their gazes sickened her.

She often saw Poppy and Romeo stare at her this way. However, hundreds of people gazed at her like

this, which was too freaking.

She had goosebumps.

Suddenly, the footsteps approached.

Sylvia heard the respectful voice from the assistant to the mayor. "Mayor Cody, Mr. Hill, this way,

please. Miss Andrews is in this studio hall."

They saw Mayor Cody enter the studio center with the police chief shortly after.

Jenson saw Sylvia standing before the crowd, striding toward her in excitement. Shaking hands with

her, he said, "Thank you so much for helping us resolve such a big case, Miss Andrews. You helped us

track down the underworld power. We really appreciate your effort."

Then he hinted at his subordinates to present the certificate of honors and award.

He passed them to Sylvia personally, together with the 20,000 dollars cash award.

Sylvia could feel his excitement and kindness.

Covering her mouth, she yawned gracefully.

Jenson instantly asked with concern, "Miss Andrews, you didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

As he spoke, he looked at Cody. "Mayor Cody, may I ask for a day off on her behalf? Miss Andrews

had a long night last night."

He sounded like Sylvia was his biological daughter, who stayed up overnight for work.

Mayor Cody smiled. "Of course. Even if you didn't mention, I'd let Sibbie take a rest."

He was pretty easygoing. Others could tell he was close to Sylvia.

Watching the scene, Rosie boiled over with anger and almost collapsed.

Inwardly, she cursed Sylvia. In her opinion, Sylvia had an affair with Mayor Cody, as the latter stared at

her so kindly. Rosie was jealous of her beauty.

She was an elite from the Wilson Group. Therefore, she was enraged.

Meanwhile, in the president's office of Wilson Group, there was a mess.

Clark had swept everything from the desk to the floor like crazy.

His eyes were reddish, filled with viciousness, reminding others of a viper.

He cursed icily and fiercely, "Damned bitch! I wonder how lucky you are."

"Mr. Wilson, please calm down." Winter shivered in fear, daring not to move while standing aside.

"You know nothing!" Clark glared at her. From nowhere, he pulled out a whip.

Then he started to whip Winter crazily. "Bitch! Slut!" he cursed.

"Mr. Wilson, I'm your uncle's wife." Winner felt the burning pain in her back.

Lying prone on the ground miserably, she raised her head. Her beautiful face showed no sign of aging.

She took good care of her skin, so she still looked like a young woman.

Clark bent over, pinching her chin. "Aunt Winter, I'm quite angry now. There will be certain

consequences."

"Mr. Wilson, Sylvia Andrews angered you. Please let go of me." Winter looked at him in fear. She knew

what a maniac he was.

Clark was moody, ruthless, and vicious.

However, she didn't expect him to vent his anger on her after losing his mind.

"Bitch! All women are sluts. My mother is, and so are you. Sylvia Andrews is a whore!" Clark raised the

whip again like a lunatic. The next second, he whipped Winter again.

Winter wanted to escape, but Clark seemed to read her mind. He positioned himself above her while

whipping her fiercely.

The more he whipped Winter, the more excited he became as if he was hitting Sylvia.

His eyes were bloodshot. Watching the open, bleeding wounds on Winter, who kept crying in pain, he

was overexcited like a demon from Hell.

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Tears streamed down her cheeks. She kept begging him for mercy, but Clark didn't intend to let go of

her.

Suddenly, his big hand tore the clothes off her body.

Clark scanned her up and down greedily, looking like a hopeless psycho with that kind of gaze.

He narrowed his eyes in obsession and madness. "How beautiful!"

Clark tore the broken clothes off her body, torturing her more fiercely. Winter cried in pain, but he

became more aroused and tortured her more excitedly.

When he finally let go of her, she was almost dying.

Nestling in his arms weakly, she found Clark gazing at her with a sickening smile. "I didn't expect my

uncle's beautiful wife to be a virgin. What a surprise!"