Chapter 608

Chapter 608

"Mr. Cantrell, you really have a keen eye," Sylvia said modestly. "This is

RL 133, it's good for your body when taken, but your lungs still need a

detailed examination.”

"Can there be any misdiagnosis in the examination done at Urgford

Hospital?"

River did not expect that Sylvia would take out RL 133 and was even

more surprised that Sylvia really had medical skills.

The MI6 members were also stunned.

Mrs. Maskelyne really had medical skills?

And she even saved the old Mr. Bennett?

It was said that the old Mr. Bennett was unconscious for a long time

and needed to undergo brain surgery.

But they didn't see it with their own eyes, so they were half-believing.

When they heard Sylvia admit it, Isla suppressed her annoyance and

smiled insincerely, "Miss Andrews, are you deliberately replacing

someone else? Did you really save the old Mr. Bennett?"

Upon hearing Isla's words, Franklin's face darken and he spoke

extremely coldly, "Isla, I was there at the hospital with my wife and saw

it with my own eyes. Was what I said also false?"

Isla blinked her eyes several times; Franklin rarely used such a cold

tone to speak to her.

Although he was usually aloof from everyone else around him, she

could always comfort herself by thinking that he treated everyone like

this.

But now suddenly he defended and spoiled Sylvia so much.

In an instant, Isla realized something - he wasn't that cold as he

appeared to be; his tenderness was only given to a woman named

Sylvia Andrews!

She looked at Franklin, feeling uncomfortable yet bitter in heart, while

suppressing her own sadness, "Master, that wasn't what I meant; I

didn't want to hurt Miss Andrews; I'm just afraid she'll cause trouble for

you, for us MI6. After all, the Old Mr. Cantrell isn't an ordinary person."

She pretended to be very considerate, as if she had been wronged by

Franklin.

It really disgusted Sylvia.

Yet Sylvia wasn't bothered and just take Isla as one of Franklin's

subordinates.

She would only teach Isla a lesson when the latter crossed her line.

After taking RL 133, Ramiro drank some water.

Then he stood up with River's help, "RL 133 is expensive. River,

transfer fifty thousand dollars to Miss Andrews."

"No need," Sylvia shook her head. "It's just a pill, nothing special.”

"Send someone to escort the Old Mr. Cantrell back,” Sylvia looked at

Franklin.

Franklin nodded but seemed a bit disappointed. "Won't you perform?"

He thought the zither and Sylvia were a perfect match.

After hearing that Ramiro was looking for someone fir for it, he specially

invited him over.

The zither was entirely antique red, extremely gorgeous yet exuded the

weight of history.

One couldn't help but feel joy after seeing it and knew it was an

excellent zither.

But Sylvia smiled and said, “I can't play the zither, and I don't think I'm

that person fit for it either. It has spirit; let's give this opportunity to the

truly fated person.”

Her smile made people feel extremely comfortable; the Old Mr. Cantrell

raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "I didn't expect Miss Andrews to

keep her original intention.” He shook his head again, "Well then, let's

go."

River supported him as he deeply glanced at Sylvia once more before

saying, “I remember this favor of yours regarding this pill. If there is

ever an opportunity..."

He hadn't finished speaking when Sylvia interrupted him, "Old Mr.

Cantrell, I gave you this pill because I happened to have it, not so you

would owe me anything in return or repay me later on someday.” She

continued calmly, "So it's just a pill that fulfills its function.”

The Old Mr. Cantrell was stunned by what she said; he could hardly

believe it himself.

Many people fought tooth-and-nail over RL 133? And yet she gave it

away without any expectation of repayment?

However, he couldn't help but wonder if she had deliberately acted like

this in order to win his favor or gain something from him-perhaps even

getting hold of his precious zither?

He had seen too much in life-people and things of all kinds-and so

found himself unable to stop thinking about these possibilities.

But receiving medicine from Sylvia did shock him slightly nonetheless.

What he didn't know was that Sylvia did speak out her true thoughts. To

Sylvia, it was just one pill of RL 133.

Isla couldn't help but frown when seeing Sylvia acted like money was

nothing to her. It was so sickening!

Nevertheless, she still smiled sweetly at Ramiro, "Mr. Cantrell, please

come visit us if there's another opportunity.”

"Send the Old Mr. Cantrell back,” Franklin ordered a few of his

subordinates.

Vaughn immediately walked over and said, "Mr. Cantrell, please follow

me."

Lately, it seemed that Sylvia had often seen elderly people of this king,

which really put her in a bad mood.