Chapter 681

Chapter 681

Early the next morning.

In the slowly swaying morning mist, a black car drove out of the gate of

MI6.

Sylvia nestled in Franklin's arms, watching the scenery outside the car

window slowly pass by.

"If you're tired, sleep a little longer.”

A calm voice sounded behind Sylvia, and a large hand wrapped around

her slender waist, lifting her up and locking her into a warm embrace.

Being held so intimately by Franklin, Sylvia had no objections. She

looked up and met his sharp gaze, "Shall we go to the airport?"

"Yes." Staring at Sylvia's fair, pretty face, Franklin stroked her smooth

hair from time to time.

"Get some sleep.” Adjusting Sylvia into a relatively comfortable

position, with his large hand pressing her head against his chest,

Franklin said faintly.

With her head pressed against that fine chest, Franklin's words were

heard in her ears.

Upon hearing this, Sylvia immediately understood that there was still

some time left before reaching the airport. After a moment of thought,

she obediently followed and leaned on Franklin to rest with her eyes

closed.

About an hour later, the car slowly came to a stop.

The fog slowly dissipated. The previously blurry buildings and trees

around became visible as a whole, almost all revealing clear outlines.

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes and saw that the earth was gradually

covered with a layer of golden halo.

The sun is out.

The fog has dispersed.

They arrived at a private airport's tarmac.

A red helicopter was quietly parked there.

Sylvia was carried onto the plane by Franklin and she sat down, picked

up her phone, and posted a message on Facebook.

Then she put the phone away, found a comfortable position in

Franklin's arms, and closed her eyes.

The airplane's propeller whirred as it fanned the air, and then slowly

ascended into the sky.

Heading towards their destination.

At the same time, a private plane took off in Larro and flew towards

Middle East.

There are over ten men in black on the private plane, and hundreds of

boxes of drugs are loaded. The leading man has a cold expression on

his face, "The boss has flown to the Middle East first. We must

immediately go to meet her. There can be no mistakes this time. Do

you hear me?"

"Heard it!" The men in black responded with a loud voice.

Then they took their seats one after another.

Three hours later.

The plane landed at a private airport.

Sylvia and Franklin got off the plane together and immediately got into

a limited edition Rolls-Royce, which smoothly drove on the road.

An hour later, the Rolls-Royce slowly approached a private villa in the

suburbs.

The tightly closed iron gate slowly opened to let it in.

In the car, Sylvia, who had been keeping her eyes closed all along,

finally opened them.

Her cold eyes looked out of the window, only to see the car stopping in

front of a magnificent villa, where countless black-clad men had been

waiting for a long time.

Jasper, who was in the driver's seat, immediately got out of the car and

opened the door for Franklin.

"Master," Jasper respectfully called out after opening the car door.

Franklin nodded and immediately stepped out of the car with long

strides. His sharp eyes scanned around, taking in everyone's

expressions in an instant.

"Mr. Maskelyne, you finally arrived.”

As Franklin got off the car, a voice with a hint of respect sounded. A

middle-aged man stepped forward a few steps and warmly greeted

Franklin.

"Mr. Arnold,” Franklin nodded lightly and greeted the other person.

His voice was indifferent, but mixed with a sense of detachment that

was irresistible.

Justice Arnold was suddenly embarrassed.

However, he was familiar with Franklin's personality and did not feel

uncomfortable. He still warmly said, "Please come in quickly, the others

have arrived.”

Franklin glanced at Justice and nodded, but didn't go in.

Instead, he turned and bent down to poke his tall body into the car.

Justice was stunned and couldn't help but look over toward the car,

only to see that Franklin had actually carried a beautiful woman out of

the car.

The woman is extremely beautiful, with fair skin and delicate features.

Especially her cool gaze, which bears a striking resemblance to

Franklin's distant eyes.

A hint of amazement flashed through his eyes instantly!

What a beautiful woman!

But... who is she exactly? How could she make Franklin personally

escort her out of the car?

Who doesn't know that Franklin is not interested in women and has

always been a loner? In the past, when someone intentionally sent

women to his room, he threw them out.

Unbelievable!

Justice's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Sylvia without blinking

for a moment.

Sylvia's red lips were pursed and her indifferent gaze swept over

Justice.

Such a strong and cold gaze!