Chapter 342

“Later, he did a live broadcast to prove his innocence. The camera only

focused on his hands, which were slender, tender, and fair. However,

his hands moved abnormally fast. During his live broadcast, he shot the

enemies in the head. All of them were eliminated right after landing.

Many players challenged him last time, but he killed all of them and

became the top one on the ranking list."

"At that time, he raised might uproars in the game circle, the video and

mobile game circle, and the anchor circle. The live broadcast was fully

packed. Netizens who were late couldn't log in at all. The server was

jammed.”

"After that, he seldom played this game and only appeared

occasionally. I didn't expect to see POYS tonight. How lucky I am!"

David was popular, one of the five most famous anchors online.

All players and anchors in the circle were proud because their rankings

depended on their competency.

Jasper had never heard David compliment others, and this was the first

time.

Shocked, Jasper sighed, "He's indeed excellent!"

Before David answered, Jasper heard the rear door of the Bentley was

slammed shut. Then Franklin strode toward Sylvia's table.

"Uh! I can't talk to you anymore. I gotta go."

Jasper ended the phone call and followed Franklin hurriedly.

He was too interested while listening to David gossip, hoping Franklin

didn't get angry.

He gingerly glanced at Franklin, who was wearing a black shirt and

black trousers.

The night breeze lifted his hair bang, revealing his smooth forehead.

His eyes were bloodshot, his chin was chiseled and he gave off a

masculine vibe.

Jasper glanced at him several times and couldn't believe an elegant

man like Franklin to appear at the night market.

Franklin was a misfit among the food stalls and immediately caught

others’ attention.

He stared at the skewers on the table with bloodshot eyes.

Sylvia, Mark, and Vaild had put down their phones and started eating

the grilled skewers.

Three bowls of spicy and sour vermicelli were in front of them.

Looking at the red chili oil on top, he could imagine how spicy it was.

Also, he saw the chili powder on the grilled skewers.

Sylvia noticed his gaze. When she raised her head, she met Franklin's

bloodthirsty eyes.

She was slightly taken aback. With an unruly smile, she raised a

skewer at Franklin and asked leisurely, "What to have a try?"

Franklin looked at her from afar, wondering why he had got off the car.

Earlier, he had decided to distance himself from her.

However, seeing her sitting at the table nearby the food stall, he

couldn't help approaching her.

Expressionlessly, he answered as the night breeze was blowing, "OK."

He was about to refuse, though.

Then he sat at the table with Jasper, joining the three.

The round table was tiny, fitting the three earlier.

However, after the two men sat down, the table looked crowded.

Sylvia blinked. Her almond eyes were round and bright.

For some reason, she recalled Franklin smashed the sink in the ladies"

room a few days ago.

Subconsciously, she glanced at Franklin's hands.

As expected, she saw a wound on the back of his hand, which had

scabbed.

A trace of awkward disdain appeared in her eyes.

On the surface, Franklin distanced himself from her, but he secretly

followed her to the food stall.

He was a man of status but enjoyed the food from the stall greatly.

Franklin picked up a mutton skewer and took a bite. The mutton was

crisp with a good smell. The skewer tasted yummy mixed with chill

powders.

Compared to Franklin, Jasper was more down-to-earth like a common

person. He was fond of having grilled skewers and drinking beer.

Therefore, he enjoyed the food a lot.

Franklin was picky with food. Only in Miss Andrews’ presence could he

eat like a normal man.

In the past, Franklin only had dishes prepared by Miss Andrews.

Now, as long as Miss Andrews was with him, he could eat the food.

Jasper believed Franklin was sick.

On the surface, he declared to leave Miss Andrews. However, his body,

belly, and heart couldn't.

Jasper wondered what game Franklin was playing and if he took delight

in playing such a game.

Earlier, they only ordered some food for three.

After Franklin and Jasper joined, Sylvia ordered Vaild, "Order more

skewers."

"OK!" Vaild immediately stood up to tell the owner.

Franklin was tall, so his legs were long. The table and the stool were

short.

Gradually, he suffered while bending his legs. Besides, he wore

tailored, handcrafted trousers and a shirt from a famous international

brand.”

However, he looked natural.

Ignoring how unfit he was with the environment, he felt satisfied.

Recently, he hadn't been unable to eat or sleep well, becoming

haggard.

Fortunately, he was still mentally strong, seemingly never getting

sleepy.

Shortly after, Vaild returned with more grilled skewers that looked hot.

However, the fragrance from the mixed cumin and chili powders spread

in the air.

Franklin's stomach, which had been suffering from hunger for a long

time, was finally satisfied.

The feeling of getting full couldn't be replaced by any other emotions.

Also, only by Sylvia's side could he have such a feeling.

He picked up a skewer and took a bite, not caring about his public

image of a manly aircraft commander.

Sylvia ignored him and took him as a stranger.

She started to eat the vermicelli.

The chili oil colored the vermicelli red. With the chopped green onions,

cilantro, and boiled green vegetables, it looked appealing.

Watching Sylvia lower her head to eat the vermicelli, Franklin drooled.

"l also want the vermicelli.”

Jasper immediately stood up. "Ma'am, a bowl of spicy and sour

vermicelli, please. Less chili.”

Sylvia lifted an eyebrow. She knew how fragile Franklin's stomach was.

Looking up at him in surprise, she asked, "Can you have it?"

"Ehn."” Franklin nodded, his gaze fixed on her face. Her lips reddened

and swelled up because of the chili, and his heart skipped a beat.

No matter where she was, she looked charming.

Even though she was at the food stall of the night market, she was still

unique and breathtaking.

The thought made Franklin clench his fists.