After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 758

As the banquet passed its halfway point, Cody and Brayden began to toast the attendees one by one.

The guests in attendance were all prominent and influential figures.

Cody wasn't one to play favorites or show favoritism, "We'll go from the back to the front, Brayden."

The guests didn't mind at all, "As you wish."

"This banquet is all about joy, happiness."

Several guests echoed these sentiments casually.

Cody chuckled softly, raising his glass and moving from table to table with Brayden.

Congratulations abounded:

"Master Brayden, truly extraordinarily handsome."

"Secretary Cody, we wish you a rapid rise to the top."

"Oh my, you must have endured so much inside, it's a pity... not letting anyone visit. I bet those who

wronged you couldn't have imagined you'd be where you are today."

"From now on, it's all good days, full of prosperity."

"Secretary Cody, please take care of us in the future. My business depends on you!"

These guests were seasoned in the business world, knowing exactly which words to use, which ones

were best to pick.

They praised Cody.

Cody had heard such praise countless times back in Larro during his earlier years, so he responded

with polite words.

Finally, they reached the table of Arian and Blake. When Cody saw them, his expression showed a hint

of surprise.

While Cody had been chatting with Jorge all along, he hadn't noticed these two bigwigs.

Known as the "gods of wealth", these two young talents had significant standing in Urgford.

Arian was the young master of Dawson Bank, aptly titled the Big God of Wealth.

Blake had a golden touch with securities trading and was rightfully known as the Little God of Wealth.

These two...

They were sitting together, and as Cody and Brayden approached, they witnessed Arian holding

Blake's hand, either caressing or playing with it. Blake's face was clearly riled up, a stark contrast to his

typically placid demeanor.

"I'm telling you, if you want to take advantage of me or grope me, you'll have to pay a price!"

"Touching you is like touching myself. Do you think your hand feels good?" Arian, clearly superior in

this banter, quipped while squeezing the other's fingers. "Tsk, it's a little stiff."

This dialogue sounded nothing short of flirtatious.

They resembled two lovers playfully bickering.

It was like a complete reversal of how these two dignitaries were perceived by the public. Normally,

they exuded mystery, elegance, and a profound reserve.

Were they really this childish behind closed doors?

One look at the others sharing their table, and it seemed they had grown so accustomed to this

behavior that it hardly fazed them anymore.

Cody and Brayden exchanged a quick glance and didn't show too much surprise.

"Brayden, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Rees, and this is Mr. Dawson."

Cody chuckled softly, "Both of you took the time to join us despite your busy schedules. It's an honor

for me, Cody."

He couldn't help but wonder if their presence was due to Franklin's influence or Sylvia's. However, he

couldn't be too obvious about it. "If you don't mind, you can sit with Franklin and Sylvia, and we'll bring

another chair."

Blake snorted, "We can only add one chair. I want to sit with Sylvia. At least, Mr. Dawson, you can stay

here."

Arian gracefully rose from his seat, gazing down at Blake's pretty, rosy face. "Indeed, quite charming."

He smiled gently, and his calm and soothing tone resonated like a refreshing breeze, "Don't think I'm

unaware of your feelings for Sylvia. Sylvia is a woman with an owner. An impulsive young man like you

can't even catch her eye."

Cody smiled subtly without giving away much. It appeared that their relationship with Sylvia was quite

good. However, the way these two men interacted always felt a bit strange and carried a certain

ambiguous air.

"Arian, don't think you're any better than me. I'm twenty-five this year, and age-wise, I'm a perfect

match for Sylvia. You're a twenty-eight-year-old man, so you better step aside."

With an air of pride, Blake rose from his seat, disdainfully glanced at Arian, and called over a waiter to

add a chair. He then forcibly squeezed himself next to Sylvia.

Franklin: "..."

Arian also had a waiter bring an extra chair, and just when people thought he was going to sit beside

Sylvia to compete with Blake, he surprised everyone by gracefully positioning the chair next to Blake.

The two handsome men sat closely together, creating a harmonious yet peculiarly ambiguous scene.

Sylvia seemed a bit impatient as she glanced at the two, "Arguing like children every day when you see

each other, is it immature?"

"If you want to show affection, do it at home!"

"What's with the disappearing acts? Is it fun?"

"Get together if you've hit it off. I'm getting impatient for you two."

The onlookers: "!!!!"

It seemed like they had heard something groundbreaking!

Miss Andrews' words were too explosive.

"Hit it off?"

"Show affection?"

"Impatient?"

These seemingly straightforward words, when uttered by Sylvia, seemed to baffle everyone, despite

the apparent meaning. It was as if they had all suddenly become clueless.

"Sylvia, don't be like this. He's just a pervert. He avoided me for half a year, and now he suddenly

wants to what, what? That's impossible." Blake cheekily snatched a large shrimp from a plate in front of

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This childish and intimate behavior caused Franklin to furrow his brow.

He immediately, with strong possessiveness, picked another shrimp for Sylvia and cast a warning

glance at Blake with his deep, dark eyes.

Arian sneered, "I'm the heir of the Dawson family, my future wife must be a great beauty, a young lady

of noble birth."

"Sylvia, you better not take it too far when joking around."

Sylvia shot him a glance. "But you're the one who said it today."

She continued, "Blake, tomorrow I'll introduce you to a beautiful woman who can easily outshine Arian."

Blake was dismissive. "I want no beautiful woman; I only like you."

The atmosphere... It felt like a funeral parlor.

The onlookers were shocked once again!

Watching Sylvia interact with these two, it was clear that they were very close.

Franklin furrowed his brow. "Wife, aren't you going to introduce me?"

He also raised an eyebrow and glanced at Arian. "Mr. Dawson, why don't you explain?"

Arian, in his elegant manner, picked up a piece of lettuce, put it in his mouth, and spoke nonchalantly,

"Franklin, explain what?"

"Why do you know my wife?" Franklin's expression remained calm.

"Playing games, we met online friends." Arian lightly remarked.

This sentence left everyone a bit shocked.

Gaming online was quite common.

But... the fact that Sylvia could meet an elite through a game was almost enviable!

"Why did you two meet and converse so familiarly? He even dared to question you." Blake's eyes

flashed with jealousy, questioning Arian's connection to Franklin.

He questioned Arian, and the man brushed it off, unlike how he acted when questioned by Franklin.

"So, why do you know each other?" Blake had to get an explanation.

"I was Franklin's classmate," Arian replied with a crooked smile. He always had an air of elegance

about him, appearing low-key and composed, making people believe in him.

Especially with his handsome features, he was impossible to ignore.

He explained himself? He explained to himself? Blake was puzzled for a moment.

The situation was so sudden that Blake didn't quite know how to react.

"Over these years, Mr. Maskelyne has risen to fame in Larro. Why would he leave Larro for Urgford?"

Arian's eyes sparkled with interest. "Is it because of MI6?"

He hadn't missed the MI6 agents who had been so respectful to Franklin.

Franklin's close friends had all been gossiping about MI6's chief, who was none other than his old

schoolmate, Franklin.

"It's all for me." Cody and Brayden had finished toasting and were back. They slowly took their seats.

Cody seemed to be filled with emotion. "These kids have done so much for me. The debts of gratitude I

owe them are probably unpayable for a lifetime."

He would never be able to repay the kindness and help he received.

Compared to the lively and harmonious atmosphere at the Wright family's banquet, the Mcguire

family's birthday celebration seemed awkward and cold.

Because everyone in the Mcguire family wore strained expressions, they appeared far from pleased

and lacked even a hint of birthday cheer.

Katie also wore a gloomy expression and couldn't endure the atmosphere any longer. She turned and

rushed outside.

Seeing this, Kareem quickly offered, "I'll check on her!"

He hurriedly approached Katie, who had run to a corner. "Katie, no need to be upset. You're still a little

princess."

Katie retorted, "What kind of princess am I? All those big shots went next door to the Wright family.

Even the big sis-in-law went there! It's just too disheartening."

Katie clenched her fists, her eyes gleaming with bitterness. "Carolyn, if you look down on me, don't

blame me for being impolite to you."

"Please, over here," a familiar and polite voice suddenly called.

Katie and Kareem turned their heads and saw Alondra walking towards them with a middle-aged

couple.

Alondra noticed them as well and said, "Why are you just standing there? Come over quickly."

"Aunt," they hurriedly approached, curiously eyeing the couple next to Alondra.

"Mr. Maskelyne, Mrs. Maskelyne, this is my niece, Katie," Alondra introduced Katie with a smiling face.

She didn't introduce Kareem, completely ignoring his presence.

Kareem waited for a moment, his smile slightly stiff. He observed Tyrell nodding slightly and saying,

"Very beautiful."

Mrs. Maskelyne offered a gift, saying, "Katie, happy birthday."