After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 236

Gazing at her icily, Sylvia felt the pain in her fingers. "When on earth did you drug me?"

"When you kicked me." Lilian glared at her ferociously, her eyes almost popping out. "I painted my

whole body with poison. If you touched me, you would be drugged."

"Damn it!" Sylvia concentrated entirely on the glass bottle but didn't expect Lilian to be so crazy as to

paint herself with the poison.

Sylvia inwardly blamed herself for being too careless.

"You'd better give me the antidote, Lilian. Or I'll kill you," Sylvia warned her coldly. She tightened the

pinch on her chin, and the pain twisted Lilian's face.

"Go to Hell! No one can save your life. I spent a lot of money buying the poison from NN terror group.

There's no antidote. You'll become old and ugly soon. Master Franklin will detest you and be sickened

by you soon." Lilian burst into laughter crazily.

Dark blood rushed out from her nose and mouth, thick blood smell spread in the air.

Sylvia let go of her. Gazing at her, she was shocked. "You painted the poison all over your body and it

has entered your body through your pores. So..."

"I'd rather kill myself to send you to Hell. If you died, Master Franklin would remember me and avenge

me. He will do it." Lilian started vomiting blood.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot sounded.

Lilian's chest was shot and bleeding.

In pain, she huddled up on the ground.

Sylvia turned around, finding Franklin wearing a black outfit behind her.

He glared at Lilian ruthlessly.

"Franklin?" Sylvia lifted her eyebrow. "She's your maid."

"She had the balls to hurt you. She deserved to die." With those words, he strode toward her, held her

in his arms, and asked solemnly, "Are you all right?"

Sylvia shook her head, looking at Lilian in blood. "She was poisoned. If you didn't come over, she

would die soon."

Lilian stared at the gorgeous man obsessively as if she couldn't see the ruthlessness on his face. She

reached out her hand toward him, her face covered with blood, her chest still bleeding.

However, she ignored everything but muttered, "Master Franklin... Master Franklin... Did you come to

save me?"

She crawled toward him with difficulty, like a worm covered with blood.

Sylvia was afraid she would drug Franklin as well. She stood protectively before him by instinct and

snapped, "Fuck off, Lilian!"

Upon hearing her voice, Lilian cursed viciously, "You are the one to fuck off. Bitch!"

Franklin was taken aback when seeing Sylvia's subconscious reaction, gaping at her back. He didn't

expect her to protect him.

She stood in front of him protectively without hesitation, and he could tell she did it subconsciously.

Franklin had always thought it was his responsibility to protect his beloved woman.

However, he had never expected Sylvia to shelter him from danger. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Warmth flooded his heart, traveled through his vein, and sent pleasure to his chest.

He held Sylvia in his arms and asked gently and affectionately, "Sweetie, you are so silly. Aren't you

afraid of her?"

Sylvia blurted out, "As long as I'm here, I'll never let anyone hurt you."

Then she found the smile on Franklin's face became broader.

Frowning, she bit out, "What are you laughing about? Do you know how serious this matter is? She's

poisonous. Go away!"

She pushed Franklin with her right hand, which hadn't been drugged. However, he dragged her closer,

pressing a kiss on her forehead. Smiling at her joyfully, he confessed, "Sweetie, you care about me. I

feel so happy."

Sylvia glared at him. "I'm not caring about you. It's life or death. Leave!"

She pushed him away again.

Lilian watched them behave intimately in her presence, jealousy increasing in her eyes.

She wondered why Franklin loved this woman so much but repulsed her.

Without hesitation, she used up all her strength and rushed to them. "Go to Hell!"

Sylvia lifted her foot to kick the crazy woman away. With a loud bang, Lilian fell to the ground.

She spat several mouthfuls of blood and closed her eyes, probably fainting or dying.

Franklin was about to check on her, but Sylvia stopped him. "Let me do it."

She squatted to test Lilian's breath. "She's gone."

Lilian's ashen face looked more horrible under the sunlight.

"She died so easily." Franklin dialed a number and ordered sullenly, "Deal with Lilian's corpse."

Then he wanted to hold Sylvia's hand, but she dodged.

Franklin looked sullen. "What's wrong?"

Her dodge annoyed him.

"Nothing. There are bloodstains on my clothes. Too dirty," Sylvia replied indifferently. She shifted their

conversation in another direction. "How did you know we were here?"

"I knew she had tried to push you downstairs, so I was looking for you." Franklin wanted to embrace

her, but she dodged again.

Sylvia had a lingering fear. Earlier, Franklin hugged her when he arrived. She wondered if he would be

affected by the poison on her. The drug was too poisonous. Although she was drugged slightly, she

was worried.

Therefore, she didn't want to have any intimate interaction with Franklin now.

"Why didn't you tell me she had pushed you?" Franklin suddenly asked and abruptly brought her back

to her senses.

Sylvia looked up at him in confusion. "Why should I? I didn't have any evidence."

She and Lilian were the only two on the scene.

She didn't think Franklin would believe her if she told him.