NovelEnglishChapter 642 Franklin hesitated, "No." This was something that ordinary couples and families would do, but they had never done it before.
Sylvia suggested suddenly, "How about we go watch a movie one day?" Franklin hooked his lips, "Sounds a good idea!" Just then, two excited voices came from the TV.
"First blood! Jonathan takes first blood in just three minutes!" "He went straight for the Q and the support was great too. Sona's Q was also fierce." "This is a great start!" "Not bad. Okay, the enemy ADC has respawned and returned to bottom lane." Sylvia watched with relish while Franklin occasionally played a game or two himself. However, he usually didn't have much time for it.
He only played when he had nothing else to do. But. he didn't expect Sylvia to be so interested in watching the game.
He raised an eyebrow secretly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen he heard the woman next to him speak in a cold voice, "What about prediction? This movement... he can't dodge it." And then...
Franklin saw on TV that Jonathan's support was pulled over by the opposing team's Blitzcrank.
She spoke so accurately.
"The ultimate skill hasn't ended its CD. It won't work if they force an attack now." As soon as she finished speaking, Jonathan was slain along with his support. Mid was slain as well.
The top laner escaped with low health points left.
Franklin was rendered speechless.
"Miss Andrews, you're even better than the commentators?" Just then, an abrupt voice suddenly came from outside their window.
Both of them looked over and saw Vaughn holding a lawnmower while stretching his head out to watch the match on TV.
Miss Andrews is really amazing this time! She can predict everything so accurately! It made her look like some kind of hidden game master or something like that! "Well. it's nothing really. I've watched many matches before, so | understand,” Sylvia said nonchalantly.
Franklin glanced disapprovingly at Vaughn,"Why aren't you doing your job but mowing the lawn?" MI6 hired gardeners and craftsmen; why would someone from their technical department be running around mowing grass instead of focusing on their actual work? Vaughn felt wronged as he explained Isla having tickets for them.
He wasn't trying to complain but rather felt wronged since Isla bullied him enough already; if Master Franklin misunderstood him again as not doing his job properly, then wouldn't things get worse? Sylvia raised an eyebrow and put down her popcorn before walking slowly towards the window where she took out two tickets for Vaughn, "I happen to have two extra tickets here; take them." Vaughn stared at the two tickets in shock, because they were for the finals! Isla only had tickets for the group match. But Miss Andrews was generous enough to give him tickets to the finals! And it seemed like they were really good seats in section A.
The audience seats were divided into four areas: A, B, C and D. Section A was the best place to sit. Regular seat tickets were hard to obtain, and tickets in section A were even harder to get and more expensive! Sometimes you couldn't even buy them at a high price.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVaughn trembled as he took the two tickets; he felt like he had hit the jackpot. "Thank you, Miss Andrews!" Sylvia smirked and said nonchalantly, "It's just two tickets." Vaughn didn’t know how he managed to return to his office with a dumbfounded expression on his face while his colleagues who fought tooth and nail for group match tickets came back sweating profusely.
One colleague who got hold of group match ticket gloated,"See? The ticket is mine!" "Yeah, Vaughn, have you finished mowing your lawn?" Another colleague mocked him.
Vaughn raised up his hand holding the tickets,"Oh | have tickets too." "If you do, then pigs can fly." One person sneered at him.
"My tickets aren't fake.” Vaughn rolled his eyes, "Don't believe me? Come over here and see." Immediately, several colleagues crowded around him; after seeing that they were actually tickets to the finals in Vaughn's hand, the two colleagues who were holding group match ones suddenly felt their own weren't so great anymore.
"Where did you get them from?" "Did they come from mowing lawns?" "Vaughn, tell us quickly!" Vaughan felt embarrassed as he said, "Miss Andrews gave them to me." He handed one of them over to Atticus, a colleague whom Vaughan usually got along well with. "Let's go together by then." Atticus felt like he get a windfall. "Are you really giving this to me?" "If not you, who else can | give?" Vaughan grinned.
Just then, Isla arrived at their office, and witnessed everything happening before her eyes.
She looked disdainful. "Who knows if someone got the tickets with cheap tricks? Mine are given by Sabrina Hogan, my bestie, Aettosa’s number one socialite and Jonathan's rumored girlfriend!" "Isla, why don't you ask Miss Hogan if she could give you some tickets to the finals? Vaughan teased,"It shouldn't be difficult, right?" Isla's face suddenly turned gloomy.
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