Chapter 673

Chapter 673

Early the next morning, Franklin was called away by several of his MI6

subordinates in a hurry, not knowing what business they had to attend

to.

Sylvia was walking alone by the lake at MI6 when Isla intercepted her.

Isla was dressed in a smart women's professional outfit and looked

very much like a white-collar worker.

She touched her wristwatch and smiled slightly at Sylvia, "Miss

Andrews, do you have time to go somewhere with me?"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow and looked at her calmly without saying

anything, not understanding what Isla wanted from her.

Upon seeing that she didn't respond, Isla’s lips curled up with a hint of

disdain as she said, "What? Are you afraid to go with me? I just thought

you might be bored here all alone so I wanted to take you out for some

fresh air. If it doesn't suit you or if you're not interested, then forget it."

Sylvia spoke in a calm voice, "Where do you want to take me?"

“I want to take you somewhere fun since there isn't much for

entertainment around here. You don't have any friends here, so I

thought I'd show you around. You're not scared, are you?" There was

provocation in Isla’s eyes.

Sylvia wasn't foolish enough to believe that this woman just wanted

company for fun; she gazed steadily into Isla's eyes and said with a

slight smirk on her lips, "Sure! Let's go."

"Alright then."

Sylvia followed Isla into her red Porsche and fastened her seatbelt

once inside.

Isla sat in the driver's seat while casting an evil glance towards Sylvia

as she deliberately reminded her, "I'm going to drive now. Miss

Andrews, make sure your seatbelt is secure.”

As expected... it was exactly as Sylvia had imagined it would be.

With one swift turn of the steering wheel, Isla’s red Porsche zoomed

out onto the road leaving everything else behind them.

But... was this speed supposed to impress Sylvia?

She remained calm sitting beside Isla on the passenger's seat without

any expression.

The scene that Isla had imagined never happened - no pale faces or

trembling bodies or upset stomachs or screams...

None of it happened...

She pressed down hard on gas pedal, pushing the speed up close two

hundred miles per hour which made even herself feel uneasy but still

tried pretending everything under control while saying nonchalantly,

"Don't worry about my driving skills, Miss Andrews... I can handle this

speed.”

However, she heard a cold female voice faintly sounding, "If you modify

the ECU, replace the stainless steel exhaust system and other

methods, you can adjust the 3. 8-liter horizontally opposed six-cylinder

twin-turbocharged engine that Porsche 911 Turbo is equipped with from

its original 540 horsepower and 72. 4kg to 680 horsepower and 88.

7kg. The horsepower part almost approaches the original factory's 700-

horsepower of the 911 GT2 RS, while torque is far higher than its

original level of 76. 5kg."

"After modification, acceleration only require 2. 9 seconds so... if you

don't modify it, then this will be your maximum speed.”

Isla’s face stiffened.

What was this woman talking about?

Why couldn't she understand anything?

It seemed very professional and impressive?

She must be talking nonsense right?

Isla thought she looked cool holding onto the steering wheel at a high

speed but suddenly... it didn't feel so good anymore.

Her stomach churned and her face grew paler by the second.

She had intended to make Sylvia uncomfortable, nauseous or scared...

and then mock her a little bit.

But now... she felt like she couldn't take it anymore.

Furthermore, the car kept weaving through downtown traffic with heavy

flow, and Isla had to constantly dodge surrounding vehicles several

times nearly colliding with cars in front!

She gritted her teeth trying not to scream. Because she gripped on to

the steering wheel too tightly, the veins pop out on her hands.

She didn't know how long it took but finally, the car made a creaking

sound followed by an ear-piercing noise as it stopped in front of a

private club.

Sylvia saw that Isla's face was slightly pale, "Are you okay?"

Isla's stomach churned again, but she didn't want Sylvia to look down

on her.

She forced out a stiff smile, “No, I'm fine. My driving skills are excellent.

I drove extremely steadily.”

Still not giving up, she asked Sylvia, "Were you scared just now?"

Sylvia glanced at her, "Why should I be scared?"

Isla was rendered speechless.

She drove so fast just to scare Sylvia , but the latter didn't seem to be

scared at all.

Isla tried hard to maintain composure, gripping onto every last shred of

calmness as she said through gritted teeth, "As long as you're not

afraid.”

She wanted Sylvia to know that she was the kind of woman who could

outshine her no matter where they were.

Sylvia was nothing more than trash except for knowing some medical

knowledge. Sylvia wasn't worthy enough to stay beside Franklin.

Sylvia got out of the car and looked towards the main entrance of the

club. It was only then Isla discovered that this was a horse-racing

course.

She glanced at Isla without a word, her eyes showing a hint of

indifference. "Miss Saunders, I'm not sure what kind of game you want

to play with me."

"There's horseback riding, shooting, and many other activities inside.

Why don't we go in together and have some fun? I don't like the things

those delicate ladies enjoy."

Her gaze towards Sylvia was full of provocation.