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...

breath caught in his throat as he stared fearfully at

be

for what seemed like forever before slowly looking up at Justice with such

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

that... this woman seemed to influence Frankin's

beads formed on Chaz's forehead. He wiped them away with his

it won't end just because you say so. Do you understand?”

or harsh, everyone shuddered at

us for

I guarantee with my reputation and position that we will never make such

went;

slapped in the face by this woman and trampled underfoot

like an elegant queen who commanded respect from those

definitely had that

had any thoughts of challenging MI6

wise," Sylvia said coolly as she glanced at him before handing Harold a

words fell heavily on Justice and

stared at the gun with his face turning white as if it were death itself

talking about it, he thought Sylvia might change