After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 720

Mr. Jett found it laughable. “I didn't order the arrest, old Mrs. Gamble, this is a presidential command. The seal on this arrest warrant was stamped by the director, I am just executing orders. So... if you have any complaints, you can go to the President.”

The President...

Upon hearing that it was a presidential command, almost everyone in the Gamble family turned pale.

They all stared at Mr. Jett in shock.

After speaking, Mr. Jett coldly ordered, “Take him away!"

So... the Gambles didn't even have time to react before Christian was taken away.

By the time old Mrs. Gamble reacted, he had gone far away and she cried out mournfully, "This is an injustice!"

She collapsed onto the ground and Harold rushed to catch her saying, "Grandma--"

After settling down old Mrs. Gamble, Harold hurriedly prepared to go back to hotel.

This incident could only be Franklin's doing if it could alarm the President.

leave, she immediately grabbed his sleeve and tearfully said, "Harold, I'm sorry for always being mean to you. I know I say some hurtful things but

with her, and usually ignored her mischief. But now seeing her come over again, he couldn't help but speak harshly, "If you hadn't spoiled him, would he

too late for that now. You must save him!" Mrs. Gamble cried. As long as she could get her son out, she would listen even

bothered with her anymore, so he turned around

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long legs elegantly crossed as he held

"Mr. Gamble, is there something you need?" Harold suppressed his frustration, speaking calmly, "Mr.

he won't be selling our country’s secrets tomorrow, Mr. Gamble? Especially considering he works in the Information Department. A brother who can't differentiate right from wrong - do you think your future career will remain

looked at Harold with a cold

With you as his brother protecting him all the time, he'll never take responsibility for himself." Franklin picked up the tea on the table and took

just answered a phone call

also saw Sylvia and with one last hope in his heart, begged her pleadingly, "Deputy Chief, can you please spare my little brother?" Sylvia was taken aback for a moment before asking,

Harold remained silent.

be stupid or

jail," Franklin said elegantly while pouring tea into Sylvia's cup; tea leaves floated up and

mellow which echoed throughout the entire room; it was extremely pleasant to

curl her lips slightly. “I see... Mr. Gamble, I