After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 978 Carolyn kept her donation a secret, unlike those minor celebrities and Intestars who would loudly proclaim their good deeds to the world after donating just a little bit of money.

She sat in the hotel, taking out her laptop.

Fortunately, Mr. Mcguire had her laptop delivered to her, so she wasn't left with nothing to do.

Although the hotel's elevator was out of service, the rooms still had power, supplied by a generator.

The telecommunication cables were also broken early on, so there was no inteservice.

Even though there was no WIFI, thankfully, her mobile phone still had signal.

Carolyn turned on her phone hotspot and connected her laptop to it to access the internet.

She didn't log into the company's backend using her own account. Instead, her fingers flew over the keyboard, tapping swiftly, and strings of code poured out from her fingertips.

Although she was part of the management, it didn't mean she lacked technical skills.

Especially since the Mcguire Group specialized in chip technology. Just the year before, their technical team developed a new type of chip that could be used not only in mobile phones and computers but also in many other high-level, secretive applications. That's why her husband, Lukas, was trapped abroad.

She couldn't let these chip technologies be stolen by foreign entities.

Especially now, amidst internal strife and external threats.

And then... her gaze fixed on her laptop screen. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

She hesitated for a moment, then quickly switched screens and turned off her computer.

After doing all this, she finally called out, "Who is it?" "Carolyn, it's me. I've brought you sfood," Kareem's voice cfrom outside.

Carolyn stood up, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her eyes, and opened the door.

She saw a gaunt man holding a bottle of water and sfast food. "Carolyn, you must be hungry, right?" Carolyn didn't refuse him. "Thank you, Kareem." She took the items and closed the door, completely ignoring the expression Kareem had on his face, as if he wanted to say more. Kareem stared at the closed door, a cold light flashing in his eyes. Bitch, let's see how long you can keep this up. Just because you managed to get out this tdoesn't mean you'll always escape danger.

He was about to head back to his room when suddenly, he heard footsteps from the stairwell. He assumed they were from other hotel guests.

However, what he didn't expect was a group of police to burst out.

Kareem stiffened, wondering why there were so many policemen here.

What's going on? He tried to act nonchalant and started heading back to his room, but a policeman stopped him and pulled out an arrest warrant. "Mr. Kareem, right? You are implicated in the suspected murder of Katie. Please cwith us." The policeman's tone was unequivocal.

Kareem, looking more frail than ever, said, "How is that possible? You must be mistaken. Katie is my cousin. We always got along very well." "Just because you got along well, you hired someone to kill her?" At this moment, Mr. Mcguire's voice cfrom behind the crowd. He pushed past a few policemen in front of him, approaching Kareem. "Kareem, I really didn't expect it to be you. Moreover, what's even more surprising is that you also embezzled company funds secretly. It was only two million, but still, that's the company's money!" Kareem stared in shock at Mr. Mcguire. "What are you talking about? How could I embezzle funds?" Just two million-did he need to? "Police officer, these are the evidences. The stamp on this document is Kareem's." Mr. Mcguire handed a document to the police. "Originally, moving company funds needed the stamp of my daughter-in-law and the financial director, but this document only has Kareem's stamp on it. Our company has a very comprehensive financial system. The financial director can testify that he was made drunk by Kareem that day, so..." Kareem's heartbeat was suffocating.

"I'm innocent, I didn't, I didn't embezzle any funds." How could there be such a document? His stamp on it? The funds on the document were two million! When did he ever stamp this document? It's all a conspiracy...

His head was dizzy, and he stared intensely at Mr. Mcguire, his facial muscles trembling, "It's you, you are framing me!" Mr. Mcguire shook his head regretfully, as if very disappointed with him. "Since you were a child, I have treated you like my own son. I didn't expect you to do such a thing. I'm very disappointed." As he spoke, he sighed heavily.

The police took the document. "Kareem, you'll have your chance to speak in court." Kareem, shaking all over in anger and turning pale, glared venomously at Mr. Mcguire's cunning face. "You! It's all you, you are harming me! I didn't harm Katie, and I didn't embezzle any funds!" "I am innocent, I am being framed!" "Letgo!" But the police were very strong and did not allow him to struggle, directly dragging him away.

"With the disaster being so severe, you still cause trouble. Take him away!" Mr. Mcguire watched his gaunt figure coldly, his lips curling into a sneer. You're like a ticking bomb, better off eating prison food! As long as you're around, my children are always under threat.

Brother, look, I've found a lifelong job for your child, only without freedom. I'm quite a decent uncle.

Outside the room, Carolyn heard everything clearly. She hadn't even planned to deal with Kareem yet, but Mr. Mcguire took it upon himself? That two million bill was clearly Mr. Mcguire's doing. He was framing Kareem.

Kareem must have thought he was clever, but in the eyes of someone as cunning as Mr. Mcguire, he was just a clown.

When he could tolerate you, you could do whatever you wanted. When he decided not to tolerate you any longer, he would send you to hell.

Carolyn waited until Mr. Mcguire left before she breathed a sigh of relief. One should never make an enemy of such a person. She thought for a moment and then called Jasper to tell him about Kareem being taken away.

Jasper was stunned. "We haven't made our move yet, how did he get arrested?" "It was my father-in-law who did it," Carolyn briefly explained. "I won't disturb you anymore, you're busy, I'll hang up." "Okay." At the rescue scene.

Jasper hung up, and just then, Clare and Brayden cover in a rubber dinghy.

The group gathered, and Clare and Louis saw Franklin drenched and felt a strange sense of relief.

Clare saw him and Jasper, but looking around, he didn't see Sylvia. "Franklin, where's Sylvia? Where is she?" His tone was very anxious.

Franklin's voice was hoarse, tinged with weariness. "She's at the hospital, helping people." "Thank God, thank God, that's good, that's good. As long as she's alright." Clare's eyes slightly reddened.

Louis patted his shoulder. "Hey, when did you start caring about Sylvia so much?" "Can't I care? She's my niece," Clare muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" Louis asked again.

"Nothing." Clare shook his head.

After another day of rescue at the scene, everyone returned to Townyer Villa at night.

Fortunately, the villa was large with many guest rooms.

Even though the villa area was also flooded, the property management did quite well by blockading the entrance of the underground garage with sandbags, preventing the rain from flooding the cars inside.

After all, the residents here were either wealthy or noble, and most of their cars were luxury brands.

If those got flooded, the losses...

Although there was still sstanding water, thankfully, it was still passable.

As the housekeeper saw the group covered in dirt and soaking wet, his eyes tear up, "Young master, you've cback. I haven't been eating or sleeping well these past few days, just worrying about you..." He looked around, then, surprised, he added, "Where's the lady? Why hasn't she cback?" Franklin wasn't in the mood to comfort him but still answered, "At the hospital, she'll be back soon." With that, he called Clare and the others. "Go upstairs to the guesrooms to shower. Jasper, prepare sclean clothes, there are new ones in my wardrobe." S Jasper nodded, "Please, everyone, head upstairs." About ten minutes later, Sylvia also cback, dropped off by Logan.

Her complexion pale, the short days appeared to have tired her greatly, but her almond eyes still shone brightly.

"Missus, you're back..." the housekeeper said with great agitation. "Hurry and take a hot shower, then drink shot porridge and rest well." Sylvia nodded and immediately went upstairs to her room.

In the bathroom, Franklin was showering when Sylvia pushed the door open and heard the sound of water splashing.

Her clothes were very dirty and even smelled slightly, she took them off, threw them into the trash can, then pulled open the bathroom door.

The door suddenly opened from outside, and Franklin frowned slightly as he saw the woman walking toward him.

The woman's proportions were perfect, her skin fair, her beautiful face tired.

She stepped into the bathtub and murmured softly, "So tired." Franklin's heart softened, and he stretched his arms around her, his voice deep and hoarse, "Shall I help you wash?" Sylvia nodded, "Okay." She leaned against his chest, feeling his large hand rub sshower gel on her body, then using a loofah to slide back and forth. After Franklin helped her wash, he looked down to see that the beautiful face had already fallen asleep.