Female Novel
Chapter 766
Chapter 766
He unbuttoned his coat, and the open jacket seemed to let out some of the breath from his chest.
Sylvia still hadn't come out, and he was getting impatient. Just then, Sylvia opened the door, but before
Franklin could say anything, she turned back inside.
Franklin: "..."
He felt sour. Why did these women always like to occupy his wife's time and energy? He was very
unhappy about it and felt ignored.
Winter was so bad to her core. What else did Sylvia have to say to her? Did they have to talk for so
long?
Franklin became increasingly restless. He tore off the button on his slender neck, and his restrained
cold breath suddenly became wild.
He looked invincibly handsome.
Meanwhile, in the cabin...
Winter knelt down in front of Sylvia with her big belly protruding forward. But Sylvia stopped her: "I don't
need a pregnant woman kneeling before me. Get up!"
"Don't try playing innocent with me," Sylvia sneered as she pushed Winter back onto the bed again.
Winter's tears kept flowing out uncontrollably. "Sylvia, please save me! I promise I won't do anything
that will harm you. I'm really at my wit's end now; only you can help me."
"My child is about to be born; I don't want to die or go to jail."
Sylvia silently stared at her for a moment before saying: "I don't like doing business at a loss." Winter
had better show some real action instead of just talking.
"Don't worry," Winter quickly reached out her hand while speaking earnestly. "I won't let you down. If I
betray you, I hope to die!"
"You don't need to say that. Actions speak louder than words," replied Sylvia as she glanced outside
through the windowpane.
Outside by now Franklin had almost lost patience waiting outside their door. Winter could talk anyone
into believing anything with that silver tongue of hers, having swindled many wealthy women's money
before... and now...
After waiting for a few more minutes, the door opened once again. Sylvia emerged, holding a folder in
her hand. She glanced at Jasper, her expression unreadable. "Jasper, I need you to do something."
"Miss Andrews, just give the order."
An hour later, they presented the plan for developing this area into a hot spring resort to the village
chief. They also discussed the detailed compensation arrangements.
Once everything was done, they left with Winter.
As their car exited the remote village, it smoothly cruised along the highway. Jasper drove,novelbin
contemplating the task Sylvia had assigned to him.
It was to take Winter away with them.
They had come this time with some of their associates, and Winter was in the car behind them.
Jasper couldn't quite wrap his head around it. Saving Winter by chance was one thing, but now they
were taking her away?
"Miss Andrews..." he hesitated before speaking, but Sylvia interrupted him as soon as he opened his
mouth. "This is Clark's evidence of guilt. All evidence of how Wilson Entertainment Foundation illegally
collected money and some embezzlement cases from Wilson Entertainment's finances are all here."
"Winter brought it out?" Jasper was surprised.
Franklin also didn't expect that Winter would bring out Clark's evidence of guilt. "She agreed to give it?"
"A mother will do anything for her child," Sylvia smiled slyly, "so... she is just trying to survive difficult
times like everyone else; she wants to live, I want the evidence - we both get what we want."
"How do you plan on arranging her?" Franklin's voice lacked emotion but was magnetic like a cello that
people couldn't resist.
Sylvia looked up at his familiar face bathed in the morning glow of sunset, elegant and noble with lips
slightly pursed.
"I think there is a place where she might like," Sylvia said while holding up her phone showing
Isabelle's message thread.
"Middle Evroya?" Franklin frowned.
"Mm-hmm."
Sylvia nodded, "Her due date is in half a month; Isabelle is also a mother who can teach her something
about childbirth if needed. If Winter turns over a new leaf and reforms herself then it will be better for
everyone involved; if not, then don't blame me for being impolite by making her disappear from this
world."
"As for her son, raise him well since he's still young."
"You should ask Isabelle to keep an eye on her," Franklin nodded approvingly at Sylvia's arrangement.
Winter was cunning and untrustworthy, so if she didn't cause any trouble, then maybe she could be
spared.
If she dares, then don't blame him for eliminating her without hesitation to prevent future trouble!
He absolutely wouldn't let his wife get her hands dirty. If someone had to, it would be him!
In a relatively remote plastic surgery clinic in Urgford, the doctor carefully removed the bandages that
had been wrapped around the man's face on the operating table. "Sir, we've followed your requests
and the results look quite good."
The man slowly sat up, taking the mirror handed to him by the doctor. He scrutinized the handsome
face in the reflection. Though there were certain artificial marks, it was difficult to tell what his original
appearance had been.
His eyes were slimmer, his nose more prominent, and his lips thin and sharp.
He had the quintessential face of an internet sensation after plastic surgery.
But he didn't mind.
He nodded. "It's very good."
The doctor nodded in return. "I'm glad you're satisfied, sir. If you have any further needs in the future,
please feel free to come to me."
"I'm sorry... you might not have the opportunity," the man said coldly, emanating a chilling aura.
Before the doctor could react, a dagger pierced his throat.
His eyes widened in shock, blood spewing from his neck. He frantically clutched his wound, attempting
to escape.
However, the man extended his leg, kicking him to the ground.
"Do you think I'd let you leave?" The man resembled a demon, radiating a thick aura of death. "So,
anyone who knows my secrets has to die!"
When night fell, the car slowly returned to the Urgford MI6 compound.
Sylvia had rested on the journey, leaning against Franklin.
His embrace was warm and reassuring, making her feel comfortable.
When the car came to a stop, she blinked her eyes open and heard Franklin's voice. "Let's grab
something to eat first, and then we can visit Wright at the hospital tomorrow."
Sylvia nodded. "That sounds good."
They exited the car together, and Vaughn was already waiting for them. "Miss Andrews, Master
Franklin, dinner is ready in the dining room."
Isla walked over at that moment, and when she saw Sylvia, she immediately wore a charming smile.
"Miss Andrews, you must be starving after your long journey, aren't you?"
She approached while speaking, but due to Franklin's imposing presence, she didn't dare to reach out
and clasp Sylvia's arm, so she held back.
"The security in Urgford has become quite dreadful lately. I'm starting to suspect if someone is
deliberately trying to harm Mr. Wright."
Isla whispered to Sylvia, "Today, in a very remote plastic surgery clinic, there was a murder. The plastic
surgeon was killed by having his throat slit." Isla saw that Sylvia was successfully captivated and under
pressure, she continued to report the details. "The police have gone but there is no evidence at the
scene and the suspect has not left any clues. They say it could be someone taking revenge on society
or something like that."
"Recently these things seem quite strange. His colleagues told the police that this doctor was usually
friendly and got along well with people; he didn't offend anyone or anything like that. I don't know who
would want to kill him," Isla added.
"This case may not be solved anytime soon," she concluded.
Sylvia listened silently to Isla's words but felt something wasn't quite right.
"A plastic surgeon..." she muttered.
"Cody is still in hospital so this case might end up being handled solely by the police department,"
Franklin said in a low voice before suggesting they go eat dinner as they had arrived at the restaurant
already.
As soon as they entered, Sylvia froze for a moment and looked surprised at everyone present. MI6 was
like one big family with many members who usually ate separately from each other. Today however,
everyone had gathered together waiting for their return.
They all stood up neatly when they saw them come back together which clearly meant they were
waiting for them to eat together.
"Master Franklin!"
"Miss Andrews!"
Franklin did not seem surprised though and gestured for everyone to sit down before thanking them all
saying how busy MI6 had been lately followed by some kind words about Christmas coming up soon
where he promised he wouldn't let his brothers down.
After speaking some more words of encouragement, everyone began eating their meal.
The next morning, upon waking up, she furrowed her brow, perhaps due to the high humidity in that
village. She sniffled and realized, to her surprise, that she had caught a cold.
She rarely fell ill or caught a cold. It was probably due to Love Parasite in her body. Besides causing
her to become emotional more often, it also had the side effect of keeping her in excellent health. In
fact, her health had improved significantly in recent years.
This sudden cold left her somewhat astonished.
"Why are you just sitting there in a daze?" Franklin emerged from the bathroom, looking at her in
confusion.
Sylvia turned her gaze to him, finding him in a black bathrobe, chest partially exposed, revealing a well-
defined torso. She raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was looking so tempting this early in the
morning.
"I think I caught a cold," she said.
"Want me to grab some medicine later?" Franklin walked over and placed his hand on her forehead.
"Doesn't seem like you have a fever."
"Maybe I caught a chill yesterday in the village," Sylvia sighed. "I'll go freshen up first. Then we can
head to the hospital."