After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 690

Chaz's face stiffened, his features contorting as he stared at Sylvia. This woman was a devil.

Chaz regretted messing around with MI6. Now, karma had caught up to him! If something happened to Harold, the president would never forgive him! Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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...

caught in his throat as he stared fearfully at

be

forever before slowly looking up at Justice with

a bad temper, so I usually have to listen to her." Franklin's voice lacked any inflection yet chilled everyone present down to

seemed to influence Frankin's thoughts, and it appeared as though even Franklin had to listen to her. Who exactly is

himself? Sweat beads formed on Chaz's forehead. He

won't end just because you say so. Do you understand?” Sylvia's voice was slow and

her tone wasn't cold or harsh, everyone shuddered at

Chief, forgive us

all our fault. I guarantee with my reputation

everyone else wherever he went; people would fawn

slapped in the face by this woman

elegant queen who

that power over

they had any thoughts of challenging MI6 before, they

she glanced at him before handing Harold a gun. "Since you're so wise, let's

words fell heavily on Justice and

his face turning white as if it were death

all this time talking about it, he thought