NovelEnglishChapter 692 "Mr. Gamble..." Chaz quickly stepped forward and supported Harold's sweaty back, looking at him with concern. "How are you?" "Fine." Harold's voice was hoarse, with a hint of inexplicable exhaustion.
He raised his head and met Franklin's cold and frightening deep eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe couldn't help but curl his lips. "Mr. Maskelyne, I'm willing to admit defeat in the bet. Although the island is gone, | don't want to die either. | even feel lucky that | didn't die." "It shows that compared to life, that island means nothing." Franklin spoke coldly and then signaled Jasper to handle the transfer procedures for the island.
Chaz was unwilling but knew that they had to give up the island.
And all new energy technologies were still in MI6's hands.
They were still passive.
A fawning expression appeared on Chaz's face. "Mr. Maskelyne, no need to bother yourself. | will take care of all these procedures for you today." Jasper lowered his eyebrows. "Then thanks, Mr. Santana." Chaz held his breath and forced a smile on his face,"You're welcome." "Well then, since it's settled, we won't disturb you any longer today... This play has been very enjoyable for me." Franklin stood up from his chair as he spoke.
The man was extremely tall with a stern face exuding faint killing intent.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHarold could only accompany him with a smiling face, "The trouble with new energy... | wonder when Mr. Maskelyne can help solve it?" Franklin just gave him a cold glance, "No rush, we're not leaving tomorrow anyway." As he spoke, he took a step forward and grabbed Sylvia's small hand in his large palm; the cold lines on his face softened slightly,"Honey, let's go." That gentle yet indulgent voice made it seem like the man who had been full of murderous intent just now wasn't him at all Sylvia lazily glanced at him, "Okay!" Seeing their interaction made everyone almost gasp for air.
Especially Harold; he stiffened completely where he stood Franklin got married... Many people knew about this matter; this man never deliberately concealed the fact that he was married So... Is this deputy chief his wife? Franklin was telling everyone clearly: This woman belongs to me! Whoever dares have any crooked thoughts towards her will be bored out of their minds! Harold felt a chill run down his spine. Just moments ago, he had been curious about Sylvia and even slightly attracted to her. But now, all those feelings had vanished without a trace.
Franklin led Sylvia out of the meeting room by the hand and waited until they were in the car before bursting into laughter.
"Honey, you're amazing! You're incredible!" He couldn't help but feel satisfied thinking about how Sylvia had taken care of Chaz and his cronies. It was especially satisfying when she slapped them in the face.
He had wanted to laugh earlier but held back until now. With a smirk on her lips, Sylvia's eyes showed a hint of mockery as she said, "Anyone who dares to mess with my man is just asking for trouble.” Franklin sat next to her and watched as she laughed merrily with eyelashes fluttering like wings. His eyes softened with tenderness as he spoke in his deep voice close to her ear, "My wife, you're amazing." She turned her head and blinked at him before laughing again.
Unable to resist himself any longer, Franklin pulled her into his arms while running his large hands through her soft hair. His deep voice rang out once more saying, "My wife is the best in this world." Sylvia's heart bubbled over with joy at hearing such loving praise from him.
Her beautiful dark eyes sparkled even brighter than before while Jasper asked curiously, "Miss Andrews, did you have good luck or what? How did you get two straight flushes?" "Did you forget?" She curled one corner of her mouth up slyly," | shuffled the cards beforehand so | knew exactly what they looked like." Harold shuffled them again afterward but only half-heartedly because he was preoccupied with something else." "So when it came time for me to be dealt cards again, | got lucky because | knew where all my good cards were." Jasper was shocked by how sharp Sylvia's memory was."What if Harold kept shuffling? What if he went crazy shuffling?" Sylvia shrugged nonchalantly, "It wouldn't matter since | already knew where all my good cards were from shuffling them myself earlier.” "The same principle applies to shuffling cards too! All the cards | shuffled were arranged in order, with four ones and four twos each. No matter how he shuffles them, they will be mixed up. But because of their previous arrangement, he cannot shuffle them into complete chaos."
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