Chapter 295

It seemed like Isaac had just remembered who they were.

Mr. Odom looked a little embarrassed. They were already middle-aged

and were embarrassed by someone who was only the same age as

their son.

But he was Isaac, who they dared not offend.

“Yes, Mr. Carr.”

“I heard that International Piano Competition will be held in Larro this

year." Isaac smiled, "Carr Group would like to sponsor it."

"Really?" Mr. Odom was so excited that he didn't even know what to

say.

"My assistant will consult with you on the details," Isaac said and left

with Sylvia.

The Evans family was all dumbfounded.

Neve and Tiffany, in particular, looked embarrassed.

Tiffany's face had turned pale.

She clenched her fists, and her nails dug into the flesh.

She felt it was unbelievable. How could it be? Wasn't Sylvia just a

doctor? She was a web celebrity at most, wasn't she? How could she

know someone like Isaac?

Mr. and Mrs. Odom watched as Isaac left with respectful looks on their

faces.

How snobbish were they?

After Isaac was out of sight, they looked back at the Evans, "Do you

know who he is?"

“Is he Isaac Carr?" Eddie asked curiously.

"Yes, he is." Mrs. Odom's eyes fell on Tiffany, "He made the decision to

ban you from all the luxury brands forever."

Tiffany's face was pale and she widened her eyes.

So, it was all because Sylvia said something to Isaac that she had

become a joke in the fashion industry.

The Evans family had wanted to ask Mr. and Mrs. Odom why they gave

the gem necklace to Sylvia just now, but now they could not say a

word.

They felt awkward.

No one had dared to say anything now.

Moreover, Eddie and his wife were somewhat resenting Tiffany for

embarrassing them in front of Mr. and Mrs. Odom just now.

The necklace had cost Neve nearly a million dollars and it was given to

Sylvia.

But she dared not say a word, either.

“Now I only hope that Mr. Carr will not be angry with us for meeting with

you," Mrs. Odom said, "As for your request for attending the

competition, I will think about it."

With that, Mr. and Mrs. Odom left.

The anger and resentment in Tiffany's heart were almost

overwhelming.

Her nails had dug into her palm but she didn’t seem to feel the pain.

She failed to get admission to International Piano Competition because

of her scandal, which was the reason the Evans were turning to Mr. and

Mrs. Odom.

And they ran into Sylvia again. Because of Sylvia, they lost a necklace

and Tiffany failed to get the qualification for the competition.

Tiffany gritted her teeth and hated Sylvia even more.

Why? Why was Sylvia also a member of the Evans family? Why did

she have to fight with her for the family property?

Why should Sylvia destroy everything she had?

Even her only opportunity to become a top international pianist was

ruined by Sylvia.

If she could win an award in the competition, everyone in Larro and

even the whole world would think highly of her!

No! She couldn't sit still anymore. She had to fight back.

In Paris, France.

After the plane landed, Franklin didn't check into the hotel with the

crew.

As soon as he stepped out of the airport, several sports cars were

waiting at the airport gate for him.

Seeing him, a blonde and well-dressed middle-aged man immediately

bowed to him respectfully. "Master Franklin, Mr. and Mrs. Maskelyne

have been waiting for you for a long time."

Franklin was in his captain's uniform, which outlined his figure perfectly.

He nodded at the middle-aged man, "Sammy."

"Sir, please.” Sammy opened the door for him.

Franklin got in.

The sports cars drove away from the airport.

Sammy had been the Maskeyne family's butler in their manor in

France. Franklin's parents, Tyrell Maskelyne and Kaitlin Maskelyne had

been staying in France and seldom gone back to their home country.

They had been living and working in France.

After half an hour's drive, they arrived at a big manor.

The manor covered a vast area. Although it was in pastoral style, it

looked freezing cold and scary.

From afar, the high manor looked like a cage.

In the dark, the opened gate looked like a big mouth, as if to swallow

everyone.

Franklin didn't like to come here, but he had no choice.

He followed Sammy into the hall of the castle.

In the dim hall, nearly a hundred strong men were gathered.

On the sofa in the middle sat a very elegant man dressed in burgundy.

He looked like a university professor or a scholar.

However, he had a domineering aura around him. He was like a

horrifying demon from Hell.

He had a pair of deep-set eyes that betrayed no emotions.

No one spoke.

The hall was in dead silence.

The man on the sofa was Franklin's father, Tyrell. He was also the

owner of the Maskelyne Research Laboratory, which was well-known in

France.

Tyrell and Kaitlin had been running the institute together in France for

years.

They seldom left France and didn't even go to the old Maskelyne's

funeral.

In Franklin's eyes, his parents were the most cold-blooded beings in

the world.

"Sir, Master Franklin is here."

"Come in." Tyrell's voice was indifferent.

He put one hand on the armrest of the sofa and the other stroking a

black cat in his arms.

Perhaps he was stroking its back too hard, the cat gave an

uncomfortable meow.

The next second, Tyrell broke its neck.