Female Novel
Chapter 604
Chapter 604
Sylvia stood with her hands in her pockets, looking at Franklin. "Was it intentional?" she asked.
These two sets of clothes were sent over by Franklin's people, with the exact same brand and
extremely similar styles, apart from the colors.
So was this secretly showing off matching outfits for couples?
"It's not strange I wear the same outfit as my wife's." Franklin took out a limited-edition blue scarf,
walked in front of her and wrapped it around her neck.
Sylvia was speechless.
Franklin's actions were very gentle, but his tone was extremely domineering.
"If you want to wear a scarf, there are plenty in the closet, feel free to choose." After he helped her tie
the scarf, he let go and admired it around her neck.
The blue highlighted the delicate features of her beautiful and eye-catching face.
She was wearing a pair of white boots on her feet.
She appeared so elegant that she seemed like a noble lady who had stepped out of a European
painting.
Sylvia couldn't be bothered with this man's bad taste.
Did this man really like her to dress like this?
She felt more comfortable wearing a pair of sneakers and a pair of sports pants, preferably with fleece
lining to resist the cold wind.
With this thought in mind, they went straight to the car.
Jasper was waiting there, he opened the car door and Sylvia got in, with Franklin sitting closely beside
her.
The snow on the road had been cleared to both sides, and many sanitation workers were carrying
cleaning tools to clean the roadside.
Sylvia glanced at one of the workers with frozen red hands and couldn't help but send a message to
Weston.
"Provide hot water, a pair of gloves, and a lunch voucher to all the sanitation workers in the city."novelbin
Weston was in a meeting when he heard his phone ring. He couldn't help but smile as he checked it
and said, "Copy that, boss."
Putting down his phone, he looked up to see the shocked expressions of his subordinates sitting
around him.
He conveyed Sylvia's message and then continued to speak, "My boss is truly kind-hearted and
beautiful; it's impossible not to love her."
"Mr. Gracia, what does your boss look like?" asked a curious subordinate.
"Like a fairy." Weston smiled more brightly and nudged his subordinate, "Back to business. Which route
shall we choose to transport the cargo?"
The car drove on the Urgford highway for about an hour.
Sylvia leaned against the car window, looking at the white world outside. "Why is it taking so long?" she
asked with a hint of boredom.
Franklin reached out and played with her hand. "We're almost there," he said with a smile.
His lips curved into a smile, and his usually stern face softened when Sylvia was around.
His dark eyes lingered on her red lips, straight nose, and watery eyes. She was alluring to him even
when she lazily rested her head against the car window.
His burning gaze occasionally landed on Sylvia as they entered the castle.
A maid respectfully waited in the courtyard to open Franklin's door. He got out of one side of the car
and picked up Sylvia from the other side.
Sylvia struggled for a moment but couldn't break free from his embrace.
She heard Franklin coldly order the maid about lunch arrangements before walking into the castle
himself.
Then his housekeeper bowed at him respectfully, "Master Franklin, the Old Mr. Cantrell has been
waiting for you for some time."
"The Old Mr. Cantrell?" Sylvia jumped down from his embrace.
Franklin then let go of Sylvia, raised his hands to straighten her collar, "Let's go. I'll show you
someone."
"Is this your territory?" Sylvia lifted her eyelids to glance at him.
"Yes, this is MI6," he replied in a cold voice.
MI6 sounded like some kind of secret intelligence base or military intelligence agency.
"Sir." As they stepped into the hall, two rows of black-clad men stood there waiting for them; upon
seeing Franklin enter, they bowed at him in unison.
Sylvia was still pondering over MI6 when an elderly man sitting behind several men caught her eye
instead.
Although Ramiro Cantrell was nearly seventy years old now, he held onto an ancient-looking
instrument that must be priceless!
She raised an eyebrow; if she wasn't mistaken, this should be Ramiro Cantrell - one of music industry's
most famous names!
What was Ramiro doing here?