Female Novel
Chapter 690
Chapter 690
Chaz's face stiffened, his features contorting as he stared at Sylvia. This woman was a devil.novelbin
Chaz regretted messing around with MI6. Now, karma had caught up to him! If something happened to
Harold, the president would never forgive him!
Harold never imagined that a woman could push him this far. But his eyes remained locked on Sylvia;
she was like a natural radiance, so eye-catching and thrilling! He couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"I'm in."
"Mr. Gamble!"
"Mr. Gamble!"
Justice was shocked, as were the others who cried out in unison trying to stop Harold from making this
crazy bet.
Everyone stared at him and then at Sylvia except for Franklin; he didn't even blink an eye or quiver an
eyelash.
Justice couldn't help but ask Franklin, "Mr. Maskelyne, isn't this going too far? Deputy Chief's bet is
really not appropriate?"
He looked anxiously at Franklin and sadly realized that Franklin didn't seem interested in stopping this
crazy woman.
Could it be...
His breath caught in his throat as he stared fearfully at Franklin.
Could it be that this man...
Franklin sat there expressionless for what seemed like forever before slowly looking up at Justice with
such calmness that no one could guess what he was thinking inside.
"She has always had a bad temper, so I usually have to listen to her."
Franklin's voice lacked any inflection yet chilled everyone present down to their bones. What did he
mean by that?
For the first time ever, the people present discovered something shocking. They realized that... this
woman seemed to influence Frankin's thoughts, and it appeared as though even Franklin had to listen
to her. Who exactly is running MI6?
Or perhaps, this woman is even more terrifying than Franklin himself?
Sweat beads formed on Chaz's forehead. He wiped them away with his sleeve. What kind of person
did they mess with?
"You asked for our MI6 to solve the new energy problem. And what happened? You looked down upon
the MI6's representatives. The game has started and it won't end just because you say so. Do you
understand?" Sylvia's voice was slow and seductive as she spoke these words, making her the
ultimate hunter in this situation.
Although her tone wasn't cold or harsh, everyone shuddered at her words.
"Deputy Chief, forgive us for our ignorance."
Harold chuckled. "It's all our fault. I guarantee with my reputation and position that we will never make
such mistakes again."
He was always high above everyone else wherever he went; people would fawn over him and praise
him endlessly.
But now he had been slapped in the face by this woman and trampled underfoot like a helpless victim.
She was like an elegant queen who commanded respect from those around her.
And she definitely had that power over them all.
If they had any thoughts of challenging MI6 before, they were gone now without a trace.
"Mr. Gamble is wise," Sylvia said coolly as she glanced at him before handing Harold a gun. "Since
you're so wise, let's get started."
Her words fell heavily on Justice and Chaz once more.
Chaz stared at the gun with his face turning white as if it were death itself incarnate.
After all this time talking about it, he thought Sylvia might change her mind.
But he never expected this crazy woman to still push Harold to Death's door.
Chaz couldn't help but swallow hard before pleading again, "Deputy Chief... can I take Mr. Gamble's
place..."
If Harold died, then Chaz would surely be killed by the president. It was better for Chaz to die instead of
letting Harold die...
The more he thought about it, tears began welling up in his eyes.
This was his own doing - let him bear responsibility for it himself!
"It's just a gun. There is only one bullet inside anyway!" Sylvia said nonchalantly while moving her red
lips as if discussing something trivial like eating or drinking water.
She paused briefly before adding, "Mr. Santana... I wanted you to replace Mr. Gamble but unfortunately
you're not worthy enough."
Chaz's eyes rolled back in his head, and he nearly passed out.
This woman was a devil.
A real-life devil.
He fell to his knees in front of Franklin with a thud, begging and weeping, "Mr. Maskelyne, please...
make Deputy Chief stop... it's all my fault, every last bit of it."