Chapter 690

Chapter 690

Chaz's face stiffened, his features contorting as he stared at Sylvia.

This woman was a devil.

Chaz regretted messing around with MI6. Now, karma had caught up to

him! If something happened to Harold, the president would never

forgive him!

Harold never imagined that a woman could push him this far. But his

eyes remained locked on Sylvia; she was like a natural radiance, so

eye-catching and thrilling! He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

“I'm in."

"Mr. Gamble!"

"Mr. Gamble!"

Justice was shocked, as were the others who cried out in unison trying

to stop Harold from making this crazy bet.

Everyone stared at him and then at Sylvia except for Franklin; he didn't

even blink an eye or quiver an eyelash.

Justice couldn't help but ask Franklin, "Mr. Maskelyne, isn't this going

too far? Deputy Chief's bet is really not appropriate?”

He looked anxiously at Franklin and sadly realized that Franklin didn't

seem interested in stopping this crazy woman.

Could it be...

His breath caught in his throat as he stared fearfully at Franklin.

Could it be that this man...

Franklin sat there expressionless for what seemed like forever before

slowly looking up at Justice with such calmness that no one could

guess what he was thinking inside.

"She has always had a bad temper, so I usually have to listen to her."

Franklin's voice lacked any inflection yet chilled everyone present down

to their bones. What did he mean by that?

For the first time ever, the people present discovered something

shocking. They realized that... this woman seemed to influence

Frankin's thoughts, and it appeared as though even Franklin had to

listen to her. Who exactly is running MI6?

Or perhaps, this woman is even more terrifying than Franklin himself?

Sweat beads formed on Chaz's forehead. He wiped them away with his

sleeve. What kind of person did they mess with?

“You asked for our MI6 to solve the new energy problem. And what

happened? You looked down upon the MI6's representatives. The

game has started and it won't end just because you say so. Do you

understand?” Sylvia's voice was slow and seductive as she spoke

these words, making her the ultimate hunter in this situation.

Although her tone wasn't cold or harsh, everyone shuddered at her

words.

"Deputy Chief, forgive us for our ignorance.”

Harold chuckled. "It's all our fault. I guarantee with my reputation and

position that we will never make such mistakes again."

He was always high above everyone else wherever he went; people

would fawn over him and praise him endlessly.

But now he had been slapped in the face by this woman and trampled

underfoot like a helpless victim.

She was like an elegant queen who commanded respect from those

around her.

And she definitely had that power over them all.

If they had any thoughts of challenging MI6 before, they were gone now

without a trace.

"Mr. Gamble is wise," Sylvia said coolly as she glanced at him before

handing Harold a gun. "Since you're so wise, let's get started.”

Her words fell heavily on Justice and Chaz once more.

Chaz stared at the gun with his face turning white as if it were death

itself incarnate.

After all this time talking about it, he thought Sylvia might change her

mind.

But he never expected this crazy woman to still push Harold to Death's

door.

Chaz couldn't help but swallow hard before pleading again, "Deputy

Chief... can I take Mr. Gamble's place..."

If Harold died, then Chaz would surely be killed by the president. It was

better for Chaz to die instead of letting Harold die...

The more he thought about it, tears began welling up in his eyes.

This was his own doing - let him bear responsibility for it himself!

"It's just a gun. There is only one bullet inside anyway!" Sylvia said

nonchalantly while moving her red lips as if discussing something trivial

like eating or drinking water.

She paused briefly before adding, "Mr. Santana... I wanted you to

replace Mr. Gamble but unfortunately you're not worthy enough.”

Chaz's eyes rolled back in his head, and he nearly passed out.

This woman was a devil.

A real-life devil.

He fell to his knees in front of Franklin with a thud, begging and

weeping, "Mr. Maskelyne, please... make Deputy Chief stop... it's all my

fault, every last bit of it."