Female Novel
Chapter 727
Chapter 727
How could a woman dare to challenge the President?
Isabelle is, after all, the President's daughter. Who does Sylvia think she is?
Almost every man in the room had this thought when they saw Sylvia. Although she was beautiful, what
good was that? She was just a decoration and an accessory for men.
A few men recognized Franklin's identity and immediately approached him with smiling faces to greet
him.
"Mr. Maskelyne, you're here?"
"Mr. Maskelyne, it's been a few months since we last met. How have you been?"novelbin
"And who is this person next to you...?"
Franklin was the head of MI6 and had worked with them on developing new energy sources and other
important matters. He had met many important figures from the Middle Evroya before.
So these people knew that Franklin had a special status.
Harold, the minister, also walked over and greeted Franklin politely.
Then everyone saw... not only did he greet Franklin politely but he even complimented Sylvia by saying
"Miss Andrews, you look beautiful today."
A few noble ladies recognized Sylvia's necklace and earrings as designs by X - an internationally
renowned designer - their eyes filled with envy and jealousy as they looked at her.
X's works were always expensive; this set of jewelry was even limited edition made from rare purple
diamonds which matched perfectly with her purple dress.
Elegant yet luxurious - everything about her exuded wealth!
But what good did wealth do? She still didn't have any family or social status...
The President saw Harold being so respectful towards a woman which disgusted him greatly! 'Harold
has become more useless than ever! What reason does he have to greet a woman like that? He even
lowered himself to greet this woman! He really doesn't take himself seriously as minister anymore!'
The President despised women from his heart.
Harold felt embarrassed when he caught sight of how the President viewed women but wanted nothing
more than telling him how amazing Sylvia truly is! He especially wanted to emphasize one point: Don't
mess with this lady! She's awesome!
However, the President didn't give Harold any chance or time for it...
The disdain in his expression was palpable, as he exuded the air of haughtiness. "Miss, don't you know
that you should show some respect when speaking to me? Since you know I am the President, you
should give me the respect I deserve."
Although he didn't want to bother with Sylvia, he remembered that she was brought here by Franklin
and felt that he had to greet her despite his inner contempt for Sylvia.
Harold sweated profusely on behalf of the President. He really wanted to tell the President loudly how
impressive this woman was! You need to stop now!
But there seemed no opportunity...
He could only watch as the President walked further down his path of self-destruction...
His heart was pounding.
"Mr. President, if you want respect from others, shouldn't you first show some respect for your own
daughter?" Sylvia raised her red lips with a mocking glint in her eyes.
The President really made her nauseous. He led countless men in this country who were esponsible for
so much persecution against women and children.
The President thought that if he showed his prowess, Sylvia would be scared out of wits; after all, she
was nothing more than a woman.
But instead...
This woman dared challenge him again without any fear!
His eyes were filled with disdain as he spoke mockingly, "Mr. Maskelyne, does this lady always speak
so eloquently? Women should obediently follow men's orders no matter what."
Franklin lifted up his handsome face slightly; deep within those eyes lurked an inexplicable coldness as
his voice remained devoid of emotion. "Mr. President, we have always treated each other equally; she
can say whatever she wants because it's her freedom." He paused before adding, "No matter what she
does or says... I will support her."
The President had been slammed twice by Franklin already, leaving him feeling very uncomfortable
inside.
Deborah had just witnessed an entertaining scene unfold before her very eyes; especially when
Isabelle got slapped by the President earlier on, it made Deborah feel particularly satisfied inside.
Now she quickly played the role of a dutiful wife, "Mr. President... Mr. Maskelyne has come all this way
which must have been quite tiring for him; Waylon will be here soon."
Her son finally arrived and walked over after she urged him many time.
When the President heard Deborah's voice, he couldn't help but think of Franklin's identity. He stiffened
his face and waved to Waylon, who was walking towards them from a distance. "Waylon, come here.
This is Mr. Maskelyne." Waylon had just come out of the bathroom and his face was extremely stiff due
to the numbness caused by the ice covering it. He wanted to smile but couldn't manage it at all.