Chapter 69


    It seemed like the jewelry was going to be either of them.


    Franklin was surprised to see that well-reserved set. And he wanted it too as he thought that Master


    Keturah was a big fan of such things.


    Meanwhile, what Mrs. Wright had said came to his mind, "Give the people what they want."


    And for sure, he would have to bring a decent gift when he came to visit Master Keturah.


    He just didn''t expect Sylvia liked it too.


    He looked at that set with a reluctant look in his eyes for a while. "Well, just let her have it."


    The dining room was silent as no other bid was made.


    Sylvia beckoned to Logan, "Go pay for it."


    Logan soon rose from his seat with a credit card, while Paul got up faster than him. "I get it! I get it!"


    The emcee said to the two respectfully, "There is no need to pay for it anymore, sirs. It''s been paid by


    Mr. Maskelyne."


    Both Logan and Paul were shocked.


    rk looked at Franklin carelessly, with a vicious smile on his sinister face. "I wonder what Mr.


    Maskelyne''s lot is."


    Franklin nced at Sylvia from the corner of his eye and said in a dry voice, "Just some bauble that my


    wife doesn''t like. I think it can be used for charity."


    He was still upset as he remembered how Sylvia had tossed on the table his well-selected present for


    her when he had returned to the Townyer Vi.


    Something that Mrs. Maskelyne didn''t like?


    What could it be?


    Everyone''s curiosity was instantly aroused.


    When ady came out with a red velvet box, a diamond ne of at least six carats shone


    gorgeously under the limelight.


    Everyone gave an exmation of surprise!


    Mrs. Maskelyne didn''t want a diamond as huge as that?!


    Then what did she like?


    No woman could resist a diamond!


    A tinge of desire shed across Tiffany''s eyes. Ever since they had met, the only thing Franklin had


    ever given her was a bunch of flowers, although there were 999 flowers in it, it was nothingpared


    to that diamond...


    She felt tortured, wondering what on earth that legendary Mrs. Maskelyne was like.


    There really had been no love between them during their four years of marriage?


    Tiffany had been certain that she was special to Franklin and believed that Franklin would divorce his


    wife.


    But at that moment...


    Why was she feeling so insecure?


    Why was she feeling uneasy?


    There was Mrs. Maskelyne, and then Sylvia.


    God knew how jealous she was when she heard Franklin pay 20 million dors for that set of jewelry


    for Sylvia.


    She just didn''t understand. That woman was just frivolous eye candy.


    Couldn''t Franklin see it? That woman was fooling around with Logan and Paul.


    Tiffany was furious!


    At the same time, Paul was also pondering. Wasn''t Sylvia Franklin''s wife? If she was, why wouldn''t she


    be together with Franklin? If not, then why would she have taken James away from Kennedy''s Vi?


    He was confused.


    But he didn''t think an elite like Logan would have wooed a married woman.


    So, Sylvia couldn''t be Mrs. Maskelyne!


    The emcee continued with the auction and coincidentally enough, or purposely, the starting price was


    five hundred thousand dors.


    What had been tossed away by Mrs. Maskelyne was worth Tiffany''s proud painting...


    Tiffany seemed to feel some mocking stares from the people around her.


    The corners of her mouth were twitching with fury.


    Just when people were hesitating over their bid, Sylvia made hers, "One million dors."


    Sylvia glimpsed at him with a smile on her rosy cheeks. "No one dislikes diamond."


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    ''Then why didn''t you take it away?''


    Franklin gritted his teeth.


    Did that mean that she didn''t like it to be given by him?


    The more Franklin thought about it, the more his anger built up.


    So was she implying that she didn''t like him?


    Then why did she get married to him if she didn''t like him?


    Franklin gritted his teeth so hard as if to break them.


    mes of fury were raging inside him. He wished he could just snatch the woman away and confined


    her, regardless of all the possible consequences, so that she would not have had any chance to mock


    him.


    With Sylvia''s involvement and the effort of Franklin''s toadies, the diamond ne was inted to nine


    million dors soon after.


    Eventually, the ne belonged to a rich businessman who was looking to cooperate with Maskelyne


    Group.


    Franklin stuffed the check into Sylvia''s hand. "Donate it to Keturah foundation, and I wonder if it can be


    exchanged for a meeting with her?"


    Sylvia gave the check a careless flick. "What for?"


    "I need a favor from her," Franklin said in a dull voice.


    "Since I''ve got your money, it would make me look bad if said no. I will schedule it for you." With that,


    Sylvia put away the check.


    More money was always better.


    Everyone watched the two enviously.


    Both were enviable, whether it was that money or a chance to meet Master Keturah.


    "So, one only needs to pay nine million to see Master Keturah? Then may I donate the same amount of


    money to the Keturah foundation in exchange for a chance to meet her?" Calvin, who was rich and silly,


    soon asked.


    Sylvia looked up at him, "Mr. Rogues, what''s rare makes it precious. There is one only person here


    who gets to meet Master Keturah, and it''s Mr. Maskelyne. And as promised, you will receive another


    Master Keturah''s painting for free in return for your generosity. It''s wise to not be too greedy."


    Her speech made sense.


    It even impressed everyone.


    You could totally tell from her look and tone that she meant it, instead of giving him the runaround or


    showing herself off.


    Tiffany felt a st of joy inside, thinking that Franklin was spending that nine hundred million dors for


    her.


    Sylvia, Mrs. Maskelyne, to hell with them.


    She recovered her confidence in winning Franklin over again.


    Wilson phnthropic foundation had beenpletely left out the whole time.


    Its director was Winter Bet, rk''s aunt. The head of the Wilson family was rk, while other


    family members worked in Wilson Group. Winter, who had majored in economics and management,


    stood out among her rtives and took over the foundation.


    With excellent social ability, she had been in charge of the Wilson family ever since the old Wilson''s


    illness. But she had been obedient to rk, who thus trusted her.


    Winter watched how Sylvia and Franklin humiliated Wilson Group again and again.


    She couldn''t swallow her anger.


    But she dared not to do anything without rk''s permission.


    Meanwhile, Sylvia caught her attention.


    There was a dinner after the auction.


    Sylvia seated herself gracefully at a table in the corner of the room. Her heels were hurt by the rub of


    her high-heeled shoes.


    She took off her shoes, looked down, and found a blister.


    Without any hesitation, she pressed it to make it burst and cleared the wound with a tissue.


    "That''s the price for looking pretty," said a man in a cold voice overhead.


    Sylvia knew who he was without looking up.


    "So you are saying that I look pretty?"


    It wasn''t unusual for her to make Franklin speechless.


    He then sat down right next to the woman and ced her foot on hisp. He paused for a second the


    moment he gripped her ankle.


    Franklin raised his eyes and saw the woman slightly wince.


    She looked adorable and sexy with strands of hair drooping down her face.


    She barely wore make-up, mostly seen with a natural look.


    He was surprised to see how beautiful she looked that night.


    Sylvia tried to take her leg off him but was stopped.


    Franklin grabbed her ankle with one hand and pressed the wound with the other. With his head


    lowered, he softly dabbed the pierced blister with a tissue.


    He was very gentle. His slightly rough fingers were felt rubbing against her tender skin.


    Sylvia felt an electric shock surging from the sole of her foot, through her body until it reached the


    cortex of her brain!


    For a moment there, Sylvia forgot to struggle.


    The light from the crystal chandelier came streaming down on the two, who were shrouded in the mild


    glow.


    She felt hotter in her legs.


    Sylvia couldn''t exin her feelings, which were particrly odd.


    "Why are you staring at me?" Franklin let go of her fair, soft, and pretty foot, fitting in the shoe size of


    USA 5.5.


    With his throat getting dry, Franklin turned his eyes away. "Don''t wear shoes you are not good with."


    Sylvia said nothing.


    His husky voice made Sylvia avert her eyes. She raised her hand and put the hanging hair around her


    ear back.


    Somehow, her ears reddened.


    Her face seemed to be burning.


    "Miss Andrews."


    Suddenly, Paul came. The strapping man was seen striding toward them with ice cream and a


    "It''s freshly served. I got you one. Try it and see if you like it."


    The chemistry between Sylvia and Franklin dissipated.


    Sylvia took over the ice cream and swirled around it with her tongue, with a tinge of satisfaction on her


    face. "Thanks."


    Franklin was so annoyed that the atmosphere froze.


    Sylvia felt the cold and saw the icy look in the man''s eyes as she looked up.


    Sylvia put out her tongue and licked it again, feeling the nice chill.


    It tasted very good.


    Franklin was brewing with anger. Anything given by another man was that good?


    Licked it over and over again?


    What was it so good to lick off?


    The man clenched his fists and went right before Sylvia.


    With her eyes wide open, Sylvia said to him, "What are you... Ah!"


    Her body was in the air before she got to finish her words.


    Shockingly, the man opened his arms and swept her up.


    "Go home," a cold voice said.


    The scent of the woman kept seducing him...