Chapter 833


    She looked like an olddy who had just stepped off the stage of a rural theater. Her once exquisite


    makeup was gone, as was her elegant demeanor. The high heels she wore were probably stained with


    dirt, so now she wore disposable slippers provided by the hotel.


    Her height had dropped about seven or eight centimeters and her body proportions had be


    somewhat distorted. She used to always wear high heels, and her long and slender legs made it hard


    to believe that this was the body of a woman in her forties or almost fifty.


    Now... she looked average at best.


    But it must be admitted that her facial features were quite good-looking. Even though she was getting


    older and wasn''t wearing any makeup, she still looked pretty good. Her skin was well-maintained too.


    However, Tyrell usually saw her looking morous even when they were at home together; she would


    wear luxurious silk pajamas even then! When did she ever dress so cheaply? Especially after seeing


    how disheveled she looked earlier--it left a deep impression on Tyrell--now seeing her look like an old


    But he managed to suppress it and stiffly said, "Let''s go." He didn''t hold Mrs. Maskelyne''s hand as he


    used to do before, but instead walked ahead with an indifferent expression.


    Mrs. Maskelyne''s outstretched hand froze halfway through its motion; she couldn''t react for a moment.


    Everyone could see how loving they used to be towards each other, including Franklin, Sylvia, and


    many others who knew about their strong bond. But now...


    Mrs. Maskelyne felt suffocated in her heart but didn''t directly ask Tyrell anything; instead, she followed


    him silently. The group of ck-clothed men, along with reporters, also followed them down two


    elevators. Sylvia and Franklin happily returned to their room, while Jasper yawned tiredly after watching


    such drama for so long. He could finally rest now.


    Arge group of people got into several police cars, which then roared towards the police station. Tyrell


    contacted his subordinates who had been sent undercover in Franklin & Sylvia''s room. "Did you get it?"


    His subordinate quickly replied, "No, I searched every inch of the room, but there is no trace of that


    painting."


    Tyrell''s chest began to ache again. "How is that possible? Franklin and Sylvia were outside the whole


    time, Franklin was in a bathrobe and Sylvia was wearing casual clothes, there was nowhere for them to


    hide the painting. How is it not there?"


    The henchman looked embarrassed as he searched countless times. He searched until he felt dizzy,


    but still couldn''t find the painting. The room wasn''t that big either, yet he even went into Jasper''s room


    to search and still found nothing.


    "I even checked Jasper''s room, there really isn''t that painting," he said.


    Tyrell became angry with him. "Useless!"


    He squinted his eyes and looked at Mrs. Maskelyne again but the police were in the car with them so


    he didn''t dare say anything directly to her. Instead, Tyrell sent her a message on Facebook. "Honey, do


    you have the painting?"


    Mrs. Maskelyne heard her phone beep and after seeing Tyrell''s message she frowned slightly. "How


    could I possibly have it?"


    Tyrell turned pale with anger; this idiot hadn''t even bothered to check? "You were in the room for so


    long just taking a shower?"


    Mrs. Maskelyne retorted angrily, "I smell horrible! I''ve been taking showers this whole time! Do you


    think I would run out naked looking for a painting?"


    She was also deeply upset because when they got into the car earlier, Tyrell didn''t help her as he


    usually did, which further fueled her anger.


    Now, she felt disheartened to hear Tyrell''s aggressive tone, seemingly without any concern or care for


    her feelings or what she had been through earlier in the day.


    "How did you talk when we got married? You promised me that you would treat me well forever! Take


    care of me! But all I did was make one mistake and now you don''tfort me or care about me


    anymore! You''re disgusted by me too, aren''t you? Do you think I can''t see it?"


    Mrs. Maskelyne unleashed all her pent-up frustration towards Tyrell, venting about Sylvia''s past


    bullying, as well as everything else that had been bothering her since they got married years ago. This


    included the burden of taking care of Franklin despite his outrageous behavior, which ultimately led to


    the tragic loss of their two daughters.


    She couldn''t hold back anymore and let everythinge pouring out.


    Mrs. Maskelyne vented and spewed venomous words at him relentlessly, even mentioning their two


    daughters who had passed away years ago.


    "How did Makena die?" he asked coldly. "Have you already forgotten? And now, here we are, arguing


    over the loss of our two daughters!"


    "She was killed by Franklin!" Tyrell quickly replied to Mrs. Maskelyne in the police car, arguing furiously


    on Facebook.


    Their fingers tapped away at their phone keyboards as they typed.


    "It was clearly you who killed her!" Mrs. Maskelyne raged like a madwoman, ignoring everything else.


    "She was our only daughter and you killed her!"


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    "What nonsense are you spouting?" Tyrell''s anger reached its boiling point. "All these years of spoiling


    and pampering you, you forget who you are? You must be out of your mind!"


    "That human trafficker was arranged by you! We agreed not to involve Makena, yet what happened?


    She fell off a cliff! Andter, Laney cloned Makena using her DNA! Maybe others might not know, but


    do you think I don''t? It''s been years, and Makena has always been a constant source of pain for me."


    "I wanted to transfer all the love I had for her onto Laney, but no matter how hard I tried, it just didn''t


    work! You never even cared about your own daughter because of Franklin, and now look at how you


    treat me!"


    Mrs. Maskelyne couldn''t bear the thought of her daughter, and tears streamed down her face as she


    spoke.


    After venting her anger at Tyrell, she stopped looking at her phone altogether.


    Instead, she stared nkly out the window into the dark night sky, with sparse stars faintly shining


    above them. Suddenly, she felt like such a failure in life.


    What had she been pursuing all this time with Tyrell? Had it all been his vague ambitions?


    And what had trulye out of all that research?


    She had devoted herself entirely to researching things, only to realize that in the end, nothing


    With tears in her eyes, she bitterlyughed, refusing Tyrell''s attempt to offerfort by reaching out his


    hand, silently protesting against him instead.


    Just as he prepared to reach out again, the police car screeched to a halt outside their destination. One


    by one, everyone stepped out for the police to take their statements, methodically piecing together the


    events until dawn broke once more.


    Tyrell paid off some reporters andpensated others before finally putting an end to this whole


    ordeal, leaving the cameras shattered beyond recognition, thus bringing closure to this news story once


    and for all...


    In the end, both sides reached a significant reconciliation. After a sleepless night of tossing and turning,


    everyone was utterly exhausted,cking the energy to continue arguing. They went their separate


    ways.


    The next morning, as Sylvia expected, there was no news aboutst night''s events in the newspapers


    or online. It was as if Mrs. Maskelyne''s ridiculous incident never happened.


    Sylvia woke up early as usual and prepared to meet Alby. The headquarters of Secretly, Greatly were


    located in a very secluded ce in Urgford, and when she left, Franklin was still sleeping.


    She didn''t disturb him but left alone. Because it was only seven o''clock in the morning, there were few


    people on the street except for some elderly people doing morning exercises in the park.


    She hailed a taxi and directed the driver to the address. After about an hour, the car came to a slow


    stop, and she opened her eyes to settle the fare before exiting the vehicle as it pulled away.


    As she watched the taxi disappear from sight, she turned in a different direction, away from the upscale


    vis in Urgford''s prestigious residential area, home to many esteemed figures showcasing their


    affluence.


    Just outside this opulent enve, at the edge of an unassuming building, Sylvia paused and stood with


    her feet together. She then slightly raised one foot to activate the hidden fingerprint scanner, an


    unexpected feature in such an elegant residential setting. Secretly Great''s presence within thisvish


    neighborhood was not something anyone would have anticipated; it seemed more fitting for an office


    building or a less affluent location.


    Upon recognizing her fingerprints, the door to the vi clicked open without hesitation. Sylvia entered


    confidently, showing no signs of hesitation or trepidation. In the courtyard, a charming flower bed and a


    patch of vegetables exuded a tranquil, rustic atmosphere.


    As she approached the door leading to the living room, it suddenly swung open, startling her. A young


    woman, adorned with soft, delicate features, regarded her with surprise and inquired, "Who are you?"


    Sylvia arched an eyebrow as she observed the woman, who possessed exquisite almond-shaped


    eyes, elegantly groomed eyebrows, a petite nose, creating an overall picture of wless perfection.


    "Zero?" Alby''s voice came from behind, sounding surprised. "Why are you here?"


    He anticipated that Sylvia woulde over soon, but he didn''t expect her to arrive so quickly.


    "Hey, how''s the research on that painting going?" Sylvia stepped over to Alby and casually ced her


    bag down.


    "What? Zero? Alby, no way! She''s Zero?" The woman''s eyes almost popped out of her head. "How is


    that possible? A girl? And so young?"


    She scrutinized Sylvia up and down. "And she''s so beautiful too. Wait a minute... why do I feel like I''ve


    seen this face before?"