Chapter 727

Chapter 727

How could a woman dare to challenge the President?

Isabelle is, after all, the President's daughter. Who does Sylvia think

she is?

Almost every man in the room had this thought when they saw Sylvia.

Although she was beautiful, what good was that? She was just a

decoration and an accessory for men.

A few men recognized Franklin's identity and immediately approached

him with smiling faces to greet him.

"Mr. Maskelyne, you're here?"

"Mr. Maskelyne, it's been a few months since we last met. How have

you been?"

"And who is this person next to you...?"

Franklin was the head of MI6 and had worked with them on developing

new energy sources and other important matters. He had met many

important figures from the Middle Evroya before.

So these people knew that Franklin had a special status.

Harold, the minister, also walked over and greeted Franklin politely.

Then everyone saw... not only did he greet Franklin politely but he even

complimented Sylvia by saying "Miss Andrews, you look beautiful

today."

A few noble ladies recognized Sylvia's necklace and earrings as

designs by X - an internationally renowned designer - their eyes filled

with envy and jealousy as they looked at her.

X's works were always expensive; this set of jewelry was even limited

edition made from rare purple diamonds which matched perfectly with

her purple dress.

Elegant yet luxurious - everything about her exuded wealth!

But what good did wealth do? She still didn't have any family or social

status...

The President saw Harold being so respectful towards a woman which

disgusted him greatly! “Harold has become more useless than ever!

What reason does he have to greet a woman like that? He even

lowered himself to greet this woman! He really doesn't take himself

seriously as minister anymore!"

The President despised women from his heart.

Harold felt embarrassed when he caught sight of how the President

viewed women but wanted nothing more than telling him how amazing

Sylvia truly is! He especially wanted to emphasize one point: Don't

mess with this lady! She's awesome!

However, the President didn't give Harold any chance or time for it...

The disdain in his expression was palpable, as he exuded the air of

haughtiness. "Miss, don't you know that you should show some respect

when speaking to me? Since you know I am the President, you should

give me the respect I deserve.”

Although he didn't want to bother with Sylvia, he remembered that she

was brought here by Franklin and felt that he had to greet her despite

his inner contempt for Sylvia.

Harold sweated profusely on behalf of the President. He really wanted

to tell the President loudly how impressive this woman was! You need

to stop now!

But there seemed no opportunity...

He could only watch as the President walked further down his path of

self-destruction...

His heart was pounding.

"Mr. President, if you want respect from others, shouldn't you first show

some respect for your own daughter?" Sylvia raised her red lips with a

mocking glint in her eyes.

The President really made her nauseous. He led countless men in this

country who were esponsible for so much persecution against women

and children.

The President thought that if he showed his prowess, Sylvia would be

scared out of wits; after all, she was nothing more than a woman.

But instead...

This woman dared challenge him again without any fear!

His eyes were filled with disdain as he spoke mockingly, "Mr.

Maskelyne, does this lady always speak so eloquently? Women should

obediently follow men's orders no matter what."

Franklin lifted up his handsome face slightly; deep within those eyes

lurked an inexplicable coldness as his voice remained devoid of

emotion. "Mr. President, we have always treated each other equally;

she can say whatever she wants because it's her freedom.” He paused

before adding, "No matter what she does or says... I will support her."

The President had been slammed twice by Franklin already, leaving

him feeling very uncomfortable inside.

Deborah had just witnessed an entertaining scene unfold before her

very eyes; especially when Isabelle got slapped by the President earlier

on, it made Deborah feel particularly satisfied inside.

Now she quickly played the role of a dutiful wife, "Mr. President... Mr.

Maskelyne has come all this way which must have been quite tiring for

him; Waylon will be here soon.”

Her son finally arrived and walked over after she urged him many time.

When the President heard Deborah's voice, he couldn't help but think

of Franklin's identity. He stiffened his face and waved to Waylon, who

was walking towards them from a distance. "Waylon, come here. This

is Mr. Maskelyne." Waylon had just come out of the bathroom and his

face was extremely stiff due to the numbness caused by the ice

covering it. He wanted to smile but couldn't manage it at all.