NovelEnglishChapter 605 Just as Sylvia was wondering, she suddenly saw a woman in a red dress walking towards them confidently in high heels.
The woman had long wavy hair cascading down her back and seductive eyes that sparkled with allure.
When the woman saw Franklin, she quickly flashed a hint of admiration in her eyes before hurrying over to him with a joyful expression on her face.
"Master, you're back?" She looked at Franklin and then turned to Sylvia. "Honey, this is the MI6 headquarters, and this is Isla Saunders, the leader of the computer technology department.” Sylvia glanced at Isla who seemed to have just noticed her presence beside Franklin.
As soon as Isla caught sight of Sylvia's exquisite face, she was momentarily stunned by her beauty.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis woman was too eye-catching! Isla thought to herself. She always believed that she was beautiful and attractive enough.
But now Sylvia appeared even more perfect than her: Sylvia's delicate facial features were impeccable; lips were naturally red.
Most importantly, Isla realized that Sylvia wasn't wearing any makeup! Yet her skin glowed under the light.
She wore only a simple white coat which outlined her curvaceous figure beautifully - it was enchanting yet pure at the same time.
Isla had an inexplicable sense of crisis. However, she didn't show any signs of discomfort or reveal what went through her mind but instead smiled politely while greeting Sylvia, "Hello there! My name is Isla.” "Sylvia." Her voice sounded neither arrogant nor unpleasant.
Isla smiled while looking at Franklin, "How long are you planning on staying here in Urgford?" Franklin remained expressionless, "As long as my wife stays here." In other words, he follows along with his wife! Hearing him repeatedly mentioning his wife made Isla feel very uncomfortable inside.
Although she had heard rumors about Franklin being married before from other colleagues previously, it still felt different hearing it directly from him now.
Now he had actually brought her in front of everyone, and Isla couldn't ignore this fact anymore.
She felt uneasy as she glanced at Sylvia. Wasn't it because this woman was pretty that Franklin was attracted to her? It must be it.
That was what she thought in her mind, but she said, "I really hope Miss Andrews can stay here for a while longer.” MI6 was a relatively secretive organization. All the people here had skills comparable to those of special agents. Recently, MI6 had been developing new energy sources, but it seemed to have hit a bottleneck and hadn't made any major breakthroughs yet.
And new energy was closely related to some future high-tech developments and was very complex.
Franklin came back this time just to learn about the progress of new energy development.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf there were any breakthroughs or achievements in new energy development, it would be of great contribution to the entire country.
After all, H Rovirsa isn't an oil-producing country; every year they spend a lot of money importing oil from other oil-exporting countries just so they can use it throughout their empire.
What H Rovirsa doesn't lack most is electricity. If electric power can be developed and used well enough, much oil can be saved.
It can also reasonably eliminate some environmental pollution caused by oil consumption.
But now Ramiro was still here; Isla said to Franklin, "Master Franklin, this is the Old Mr. Cantrell; he has been waiting for you for quite some time." Franklin strode forward with his long legs and stood before Ramiro with extreme respect, "The Old Mr. Cantrell, your zither is worth quite a bit. I've heard that your health hasn't been good lately and you're looking for someone who might take care of your zither if anything happens. What do you think about her?" The Old Mr. Cantrell's eyes were old but imposing as they fell on Sylvia; he coughed twice suddenly, then spoke, "I'm afraid my time left isn't much, if Miss Andrews has any outstanding qualities, then giving away my zither is my pleasure, but if not, sorry, even if someone offers me an exorbitant price, | won't sell it." Everyone present knew Ramiro's status and identity in Urgford's music circle This old man had countless disciples and owned a priceless zither, but he did not intend on passing it onto any of his disciples.
Isla glanced at Sylvia with a tinge of jealousy. She had undergone rigorous training in piano and flute since childhood, so why wasn't she recommended by Master Franklin? After hearing Ramiro's words, Isla gathered her courage and spoke up. She looked at Franklin, then Sylvia before addressing Ramiro directly.
"Old Mr. Cantrell, Master Franklin, since this zither is meant for someone who is destined to have it, do | have a chance to compete for it?" Sylvia remained silent as she observed Ramiro's body condition closely.
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