Chapter 682

Chapter 682

"Mr. Arnold?" Justice stared at Sylvia in a daze.

A cold and chilling voice suddenly resounded.

Justice suddenly came to his senses.

He looked up in a panic and saw Franklin staring at him coldly.

The cold eyes contained a huge possessiveness and dissatisfaction,

making Justice feel suffocated and instantly embarrassed.

"Ah, Mr. Maskelyne, I..." He was about to stammer out an apology, not

even sure why he felt the need to apologize.

But he was interrupted by Franklin, who said, "There won't be a next

time!"

The man's eyes were filled with an unpleasant emotion, and his whole

body exuded a sense of dissatisfaction.

Feeling the man's displeasure, Justice suddenly felt cold sweat seeping

down his back.

Franklin put Sylvia down on the ground and grabbed her soft little hand

before speaking coldly, "Let's go."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Maskelyne, please come this way."

Justice quickly made a gesture of invitation with his hand and avoided

looking at Sylvia again.

Franklin from H Rovirsa is not just an ordinary person. He is the initiator

and owner of new energy, and he manages MI6, which is not an

ordinary organization.

They rely on Franklin's new energy technology here in the Middle East.

It is said that he has always been domineering and strong, extremely

cold, and his methods are also decisive.

Even as a district head who has seen many grand occasions and

important figures, I still couldn't help but feel intimidated when facing

him.

The reason why we invited Franklin this time is because there have

been problems with the development of new energy. Those high-tech

advanced systems seem to have been infected by a virus or "Trojan

horse”, and they have all been paralyzed.

No matter how their technicians analyze or crack it, they are unable to

control it.

They spent a lot of money on importing MI6's new energy plan, but it

can only be shelved.

Looking at Justice's cautious and respectful appearance leading the

way ahead.

Sylvia glanced at the domineering and possessive man beside her

again, and couldn't help but curl her lips.

Mr. Maskelyne is indeed a tough guy, exuding such a domineering

presence wherever he goes.

And for Franklin's behavior just now, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a

burst of pleasure inside.

There is a feeling of being intensely cared about by him.

She followed Franklin into the villa and walked into the hall.

After seeing the scene in front of her, Sylvia frowned.

The status of women has been low, and she knows it.

A group of men sat on the sofa, and in front of each man knelt a young

girl, each very scantily dressed, holding a tray with fruit and wine in her

hands.

Every girl was bowing her head with a respectful expression.

There was even a man who reached out and clasped the waist of the

girl kneeling in front of him, and directly took her into his arms, and he

wanted to fondle the girl.

A look of panic flashed across the girl's face, but she dared not resist.

They were all playthings of men.

"What kind of people are these?" Sylvia's voice rang out coldly, with a

hint of anger that even she couldn't detect.

Franklin glanced at her and said, "These people are some tycoons from

the Middle East."

Sylvia couldn't help but curl her lips with a hint of disdain. These people

are really disgusting.

But she knew that things are not all black and white in this world.

She closed her eyes and scanned the surroundings casually, forcing

herself not to look at those girls being humiliated.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive all the way.

Justice led them through these local tyrants and went straight to the

second floor.

After going upstairs, Justice led them to a luxurious conference room.

There were several men dressed in black guarding the door.

"Mr. Arnold,” the man in black greeted Justice politely.

"Please open the door, our esteemed guest has arrived,” Justice said

as he reached to push the door open.

However, they were stopped by the black-clothed men. "I'm sorry, Mr.

Arnold, if you want to go in... we need to do a body search," the man

spoke in a businesslike manner.

These people were playing this kind of trick?