Chapter 720

Chapter 720

Mr. Jett found it laughable. “I didn't order the arrest, old Mrs. Gamble,

this is a presidential command. The seal on this arrest warrant was

stamped by the director, I am just executing orders. So... if you have

any complaints, you can go to the President.”

The President...

Upon hearing that it was a presidential command, almost everyone in

the Gamble family turned pale.

They all stared at Mr. Jett in shock.

After speaking, Mr. Jett coldly ordered, “Take him away!"

So... the Gambles didn't even have time to react before Christian was

taken away.

By the time old Mrs. Gamble reacted, he had gone far away and she

cried out mournfully, "This is an injustice!"

She collapsed onto the ground and Harold rushed to catch her saying,

"Grandma--"

After settling down old Mrs. Gamble, Harold hurriedly prepared to go

back to hotel.

This incident could only be Franklin's doing if it could alarm the

President.

When Mrs. Gamble saw him preparing to leave, she immediately

grabbed his sleeve and tearfully said, "Harold, I'm sorry for always

being mean to you. I know I say some hurtful things but don't take them

too seriously. We only have you and your brother Christian left in our

family. He's your real brother, you must save him!"

Harold was already annoyed with her, and usually ignored her mischief.

But now seeing her come over again, he couldn't help but speak

harshly, "If you hadn't spoiled him, would he still make such a big

mistake?"

"Harold... it's too late for that now. You must save him!" Mrs. Gamble

cried. As long as she could get her son out, she would listen even if

Harold said hurtful things.

Harold couldn't be bothered with her anymore, so he turned around and

left.

In just one day, the once confident Mr. Gamble became anxious,

hurried, and disheveled.

Franklin sat on his sofa, his long legs elegantly crossed as he held his

phone glancing down at it from time-to-time.

After Harold entered, his cold, indifferent gaze briefly swept over the

men before shifting away. "Mr. Gamble, is there something you need?"

Harold suppressed his frustration, speaking calmly, "Mr. Maskelyne,

isn't it a bit harsh to go for the jugular? My brother may have made a

mistake, but does that warrant sending him directly to prison?"

“It's precisely because of your leniency that he made this mistake.

Today, it might be a minor offense, but who's to say he won't be selling

our country’s secrets tomorrow, Mr. Gamble? Especially considering he

works in the Information Department. A brother who can't differentiate

right from wrong - do you think your future career will remain smooth

with him around?"

Franklin raised an eyebrow and looked at Harold with a cold

expression.

Harold's face stiffened and he felt like he had been hit over the head.

"Teach him a lesson so that he learns his lesson. With you as his

brother protecting him all the time, he'll never take responsibility for

himself." Franklin picked up the tea on the table and took a sip before

saying to Harold, "Go back now. I can't help you with this."

Sylvia walked out of her bedroom and saw Harold looking upset. She

had just answered a phone call - how did she end up seeing Harold

when she came out?

Harold also saw Sylvia and with one last hope in his heart, begged her

pleadingly, "Deputy Chief, can you please spare my little brother?"

Sylvia was taken aback for a moment before asking, "What happened

to your little brother?"

Harold remained silent.

Was this woman pretending to be stupid or deliberately humiliating

him?

"He's in jail," Franklin said elegantly while pouring tea into Sylvia's cup;

tea leaves floated up and down inside it.

His voice was deep yet mellow which echoed throughout the entire

room; it was extremely pleasant to listen to.

Sylvia couldn't help but curl her lips slightly. “I see... Mr. Gamble, I

cannot save him then.”

It seemed like Franklin did it? He acted so fast this time around! It

caught her off guard!

"Five million dollars," Harold gritted his teeth as he spoke.

“Talking about money hurts feelings," Franklin handed Sylvia her cup of

freshly brewed tea while looking at her tenderly with narrowed eyes;

"Just brewed - try some."

Sylvia thought that this man was really bad now but very cool!

"Go back now," Sylvia took a sip of tea which spread its fragrance

inside her mouth, "Mr. Gamble will have an easier life without such

troublemakers like your little brother around anymore."

"Oh by the way," Franklin added nonchalantly, "MI6 has solved your

new energy problem for you guys."

As soon as Harold left them, he received a phone call. "Yes, I'll go there

right away!"

Thirty minutes later... At the President's office, the man had a fierce

look on his face as he slammed a file onto Harold's face. "What's going

on? What does Longevity Pharmaceuticals mean?"

Harold winced in pain as the file hit him, but he still picked it up to read

it.

After reading it, he was shocked. "Mr. President, their demands are too

extreme!"