Chapter 602

Chapter 602

“That club is now the most promising one among all the esports clubs

in the country.”

“I've always heard that Jonathan had a big investor behind him, but I

never thought it would be Sylvia."

"I find it a bit strange. How could someone from a small town like Larro

have such good investment vision for a club?"

"I think so too. It's too strange.”

"But even Mr. Gracia calls her "boss!"

Alondra and Sabrina overheard this conversation and felt nothing but

sarcasm.

The two women looked at each other with eyes full of hatred.

Sabrina hugged Alondra tightly. “I must make my mother help me seek

revenge."

"Sabrina, you have been wronged, it's my fault for not protecting you."

Alondra cried uncontrollably. “It's all because of my incompetence."

“No, you're not to blame. Sylvia is." Sabrina stared at the closed

elevator doors with hatred in her eyes. "I've never been threatened like

that before in my life - choked by someone holding onto my neck - I

thought I was dying!"

"Sabrina, don't say anymore about it. Forget those unpleasant

memories," Alondra held Sabrina tightly and said.

"Come on, let me take you away from here," she added.

Raiden didn't want to offend Alondra either; he walked over

apologetically and said, "I'm sorry; I didn't expect Sylvia to really make

it."

"Raiden... it doesn't matter anymore; there's no need to mention her

again," Alondra looked defeated as she had never been slapped so

hard before since becoming famous.

In fact, no one dared slap her face until today.

She lost face here today but she would definitely regain what she had

lost someday soon...

She would make sure that Sylvia paid for what she did.

Sylvia and Franklin went straight back to their hotel after leaving the

club.

Jonathan personally drove them there while Weston wanted to say

something to Sylvia, and seeing Franklin's dark expression made him

want to talk to Sylvia even more.

So...

At the hotel entrance, Weston deliberately untied his scarf which he

had wrapped around his neck and flirtatiously wrapped it around

Sylvia's slender neck, saying, "Urgford is colder than Larro; next time

when you go out, wear something thicker."

As he spoke quickly yet smoothly wrapping up his scarf around her

neck where traces of warmth were still left by him earlier on.

Upon seeing the knot, he nodded in satisfaction and glanced at

Franklin from the corner of his eye.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and said, "Boss, I wanted to talk to you

about something but you look tired today. Let's talk tomorrow.”

Sylvia lazily nodded her head and said, "This scarf is nice and warm."

She didn't notice Franklin's dark expression or Weston intentionally

tying the knot.

"Do you want to come see an auction with me the day after tomorrow?"

Weston asked.

“I'm busy," Sylvia replied coldly as she stood outside the hotel, feeling

drowsy.

She meant that she had no time for him.

"What about the Old Mr. Wells' tea party this year? Do you have time

for that?" Weston asked again.

Sylvia finally sobered up a bit and asked, "Does the Old Mr. Wells hold

a tea party every three years? Is he holding one this year?"

"Yes," Weston answered.

"Okay then, I'll attend it for the Old Mr. Wells’ sake," Sylvia said

impatiently while giving him a glance. "Why do you always talk so

much? Are you done yet? If so, I'm going upstairs."

When Sylvia finally started shooing him away with impatience in her

voice, Franklin felt slightly relieved.

"Honey, it's windy here. Let's go back inside," Franklin suggested

before pulling her into his arms gently, after which they left together

while being intimate with each other in public view, causing Weston's

eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses to flash quickly before revealing a

faint smile on his lips, saying, "Go ahead."

Franklin looked extremely cold-hearted and domineering as he stared

at Weston who remained unfazed by it all while smirking provocatively

before turning around briskly.

Snowflakes fell from above without any warning.

Jonathan felt like slipping away unnoticed, due to their intense

confrontation which was too much for someone like him to interfere

easily!

Therefore he decided it would be best if he left quietly by himself

instead of getting involved further into their silent power struggle.

He rubbed his hands nervously before saying goodbye respectfully,

"Boss, Master Franklin, I'll head back to the hospital now! Call me if

there's anything!"

Sylvia gave a slight nod while walking away hand-in-hand with Franklin

towards their hotel suite where they ordered room service shortly

afterwards asking each other what they wanted to eat next.

Sylvia suddenly realized something - she was very hungry.

"Just order whatever you want to eat and then go to sleep," he said, his

eyes fixed on her face. After a moment, he added, "I'm really angry."

"Huh? What are you angry about?" Sylvia was a bit slow on the uptake.

What could he possibly be angry about?

"Why are you wearing another man's scarf around your neck?" Franklin

walked up to her and hooked his finger around the knot of the scarf,

then proceeded to untie it.

Then... he discovered that the knot was actually tied very tightly.

Damn Weston.

"Weston is my friend,” Sylvia lowered her head and glanced at the

gray-blue scarf around her neck. The style was nice, and so was the

color. She came to a conclusion that Weston had good taste.

"But you can only wear the scarf given by me," Franklin's lips curled

coldly.

Sylvia finally realized a problem - Franklin got extremely jealous.

She couldn't help but want to laugh, "Master Franklin, are you jealous?"

"Hehe," Franklin sneered, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you're playing with fire."

Sylvia continued to provoke him, "Master Franklin, I really like this

scarf. Hmm... I don't want to take it off!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Franklin's handsome face

turn dark with anger.

His well-defined fingers roughly grabbed onto the scarf in an attempt to

take it off.

However, after some time, he still hadn't managed to untie it.

There seemed be an inexplicable sense of impatience emanating from

him.

He took big strides towards a cabinet before finding a pair of scissors.

Sylvia blinked her eyes in confusion,"What do you plan on doing?"

Before she could finish speaking she saw her scarf being cut into two

pieces by those scissors with a crisp sound.

"The scarf offended you?" Sylvia felt sorry for Weston's gift now ruined

by this incident.

Franklin's sinister gaze revealed possessiveness, "Only things I give

can appear on your body!"

Sylvia pursed her lips; this person had become one of those Mary Sue

CEO types again! Before she could voice out anything more, she saw

Franklin directly dialing someone on his phone,

"Help me get all brand new scarves from every counter in the mall."

"Are you crazy?" Sylvia touched her own neck,"l only have one head

okay? How can I wear so many scarves?"

"You wear one scarf per day, and they must all be gifts from me."

Franklin's beautiful face sparkled with intense possessiveness, “I won't

give other men any chance!"

"But Weston is just my friend."

"Honey, don't mention him again.” Franklin's tone became icy.

Sylvia took a deep breath. "Don’ be so jealous, okay?"

“I only get jealous because of you," Franklin said, pressing his forehead

against hers.

His deep gaze was like an irresistible vortex that she couldn't escape

from.

Then she heard his magnetic voice say, "So, be good."

His voice was seductive and low, making Sylvia's ears burn. She

instinctively pushed him away but he pulled her into his arms with force.

Sylvia hadn't reacted yet when his hot breath hit her face, making her

blood boil almost instantly.

This...

She felt embarrassed.

The man hadn't done anything yet why did she feel short of breath and

dizzy?

The familiar feeling of Love Parasite from before suddenly rushed over

her heart crazily.

She thought miserably: Could it be there was a seizure after it rested

for so long?

Before she could get annoyed or frustrated about it though, her hands

hooked around Franklin's neck. Then as if out of control, she kissed

him in temptation...

Just then there was a knock at the door outside their room.

Sylvia froze.

Franklin suppressed his rapid breathing and pressed her down onto the

sofa. "Be good. I'll go answer the door."

Sylvia blushed bright red which made her look like a delicate rose bud

just starting to bloom.

Franklin opened the door to see a hotel waiter standing outside pushing

in a small cart.

"Enjoy your meal! If you need anything, just call me; I'll be right

outside,” said the waiter cheerfully.

Franklin looked at him deeply with flames of passion flickering in his

eyes before saying hoarsely, "No need for that; please leave."

"Okay then! Enjoy your stay!" The waiter nodded before leaving them

alone again.

Franklin turned around, only to find that Sylvia had disappeared from

the sofa completely!

He raised an eyebrow curiously, then strode towards their bedroom

where he heard splashing water coming from inside their bathroom...

"What are you doing, honey?"

"Taking a shower," Sylvia said irritably.

Was he stupid? Couldn't he tell that the sound of running water meant

she was taking a shower?

"So, you're purposely trying to seduce me?" His voice had a hint of

teasing in it.