After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 832 Sylvia was somewhat impressed by the journalist's ability to think outside the box. Even such unconventional ideas could be considered.

Watching Tyrell's enraged and awkward expression, Franklin couldn't help but crack a joyful smile. It was as if he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.

It was undeniably the most excruciating and embarrassing moment of Tyrell's life. He couldn't believe such a thing could happen to him and Mrs. Maskelyne.

"Mr. Maskelyne, why are you so angry? You've developed a new drug, shouldn't you be happy?" The journalist continued to relentlessly question Tyrell.

Tyrell's face contorted in a grimace, resembling someone who had just ingested something repulsive, much like the contents removed from Mrs. Maskelyne earlier.

Glaring fiercely at the journalist, Tyrell snapped, "I'm going to sue you! Have you no professional ethics? | will take legal action!" Driven to the brink of losing his temper, Tyrell's composed facade crumbled, revealing a far cry from the knowledgeable intellectual he typically presented.

Consumed by anger and shame, he felt on the verge of collapsing. "Who gave you permission to conduct this interview? Who do you think you are? If you dare to take any more pictures, | will take immediate action! Immediately!" Unable to contain his rage, Tyrell commanded the men in black attire behind him, "Destroy their cameras and equipment!" The black-clad men eagerly seized the opportunity, rushing forward to engage in a clash with the journalists. The reporters never anticipated Tyrell's audacity, allowing his staff to seize and demolish their cameras.

Mrs. Maskelyne was caught in a compromising situation in the hotel hallway, and if this news gets out, both of them as well as the Maskelyne Group will be embarrassed by it.

Tyrell had a desire to pursue future investments from influential figures. However, if they become aware of the current situation, how can he maintain his reputation and approach them confidently for further investments? How can he face those esteemed investors? The thought of the potential consequences made Tyrell furious to the extent that he entertained the idea of harming Sylvia. How is it possible for a woman to be so audacious and immoral? It was a regret not to have taken decisive action against her earlier.

The reporter and Tyrell's henchmen were in a chaotic brawl, with the scene being extremely disorderly.

The security guards inside the hotel also rushed over, and the hotel manager looked at the group of journalists and people Tyrell brought with him.

"Call the police, of course. This kind of group fight needs to be handled by them. | believe they will take responsibility,” Franklin's voice was calm.

The manager had no other choice but to call the police immediately.

These journalists were used to chasing news and gossip, and their physical strength was not something that ordinary workers could compare with.

Although the individuals dressed in black possessed remarkable martial arts skills, they found themselves momentarily incapable of handling the journalists. Complicating matters, the corridor was cramped, and hotel security promptly intervened.

Amidst the chaos, the three groups became entangled in a comical back-and-forth altercation. Observing the spectacle unfold, Sylvia couldn't help but laugh. "Mrs. Maskelyne, I've treated you before, and your digestive system is perfectly healthy.” Furious and in great discomfort due to Sylvia's treatment, Mrs. Maskelyne's eyes rolled back in her head. "I'll end your life! You vile woman! You have caused me..." Before she could complete her sentence, a swarm of policemen burst out of the elevator.

She believed her cohorts had managed to seize the camera equipment, hoping to prevent this unflattering scene from being broadcasted on television or circulating online. However, she never anticipated the swift arrival of the police! Tyrell almost fainted when he saw the police officers rushing towards them; his breath choked up in his chest making him feel like he couldn't breathe properly at all! The intensity of his anger was so severe that he nearly experienced a heart attack right then and there, all due to the actions of Mrs. Maskelyne that had thrust them into this predicament.

"Mr. Maskelyne, Mrs. Maskelyne, you are both esteemed intellectuals with international recognition. How can you engage in such violent conduct?" The chief police officer wore a disapproving expression as they listened to the relentless ramblings of their manager, who pointed accusatory fingers at Tyrell and Mrs. Maskelyne.

Then... he caught a foul stench that made him feel nauseous right there on the spot! He also noticed stains on Mrs. Maskelyne's pants, which shocked him even more than before because after fermenting for so long, the sight of Mrs. Maskelyne had become simply unbearable! The reporters’ glasses were askew, their cameras smashed. They shouted at the police, "Officers, we received a tip that Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne were here and rushed over to interview them. But then Mrs. Maskelyne had a public accident! She messed herself up, so we filmed it." "Mr. Maskelyne got furious and tried to smash our cameras and equipment! We're just journalists doing our job reporting the facts - it would be wrong not to report this story! And besides, we asked them if they ate their new experimental medicine from the lab - you know, the one for constipation or baldness that everyone suffers from these days? We did it with good intentions of helping people." Mrs. Maskelyne was on the brink of collapse after hearing this; her face turned red then white as she never expected such an exposure.

And now they described everything in detail; she couldn't take it anymore and screamed as she ran towards the elevator but was quickly stopped by police officers who said, "Stop her! The investigation is not complete yet - she's involved in this case!" Sylvia watched as two officers quickly approached Mrs. Maskelyne, blocking her way. Tyrell closed his eyes; he had never experienced such an uncontrollable situation before. He opened his mouth to explain, but what could he say when Mrs.

Maskelyne's accident was a fact? And now there was also a foul smell emanating from her body, which left him speechless.

"Come on, Mr. Maskelyne," said one of the officers, trying hard not to laugh at this ridiculous scene, "Go back with us for further investigation." Tyrell's facial muscles trembled as he said, "I'll come back with you, but my wife needs some time to clean up first... please understand." "Well... this isn't ideal," replied one officer hesitantly, "since your wife is still considered an important witness." This meant that they wouldn't let Mrs. Maskelyne leave yet.

"I demand permission to bathe in my son's room and change clothes right away!" exclaimed Mrs. Maskelyne through gritted teeth. "If you don't trust me, then have one of your female hotel staff accompany me." The police officer was a bit hesitant, but Mrs. Maskelyne was just too unpleasant. In the end, he could only nod and say, "Alright, hurry up then." Mrs. Maskelyne lifted her chin and walked towards Franklin and Sylvia's room with her head held high. Even now, she maintained her haughty posture.

She didn't want anyone to look down on her.

But... everyone knew about her scandalous affair, so everyone looked at her with a hint of strangeness in their eyes.

Sylvia stepped aside to let Mrs. Maskelyne in.

Mrs. Maskelyne gave Sylvia a cold glance as she passed by her. Her voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between clenched teeth as she said, "You think you've won? Impossible!" Sylvia smiled slightly and replied, "But you haven't won either, have you?" Mrs. Maskelyne gritted her teeth and snorted before storming into the room.

Then she went straight into the bathroom while Tyrell ordered his men to quickly buy some clothes from nearby stores.

His men didn't dare delay after telling the police about this matter; they immediately left to buy clothes for Mrs. Maskelyne Time passed quickly; everyone stood in the hallway without daring to leave.

Tyrell's face was dark with anger as he pondered how to resolve this situation. If he didn't want it reported or known by everyone else, it would cost him a lot of money, which made him feel distressed. However, if he didn't resolve this matter now, how would he ever show his face again? The more Tyrell thought about it, the angrier he got, especially towards Sylvia. And that map must still be in Sylvia's hands; he wasn't sure if whoever was sent into their room managed to get hold of it or not.

When Tyrell appeared in the corridor with his men, he had already sent one man inside their room secretly looking for that map.

At that time, Franklin and Sylvia were not inside, and they weren't wearing anything that indicated they had hidden away the painting. So Tyrell assumed that his man had successfully stolen the painting.

Thinking back, it wasn't such a big loss if they did get hold of it. His mood improved instantly when thinking of acquiring something valuable.

A few minutes passed before Tyrell's man returned, panting heavily after hurriedly buying some clothes from nearby stores. He handed them over, saying, "Mr. Maskelyne, clothes." Tyrell didn't even have time to open the package and see what was inside before rushing into the bathroom of the room and handing it over to Mrs. Maskelyne.

As soon as Mrs. Maskelyne opened it, she was dumbfounded.

"What is this? This outfit isn't worth a hundred dollars, it's something only an old lady in her fifties or sixties would wear to go grocery shopping." But with the situation being so critical, she couldn't afford to be picky and had no choice but to put on the clothes. If she kept fussing over every little detail, Tyrell would probably get impatient.

After putting on the clothes, she walked out. Although she had showered several times and used plenty of body wash, for some reason she still felt like there was a lingering odor on her body.

Especially with this outfit that made her look like an old lady - it was really quite a sight.

Sylvia couldn't help but laugh when she saw Mrs. Maskelyne who usually dressed so "stylishly".