Chapter 766

Chapter 766

He unbuttoned his coat, and the open jacket seemed to let out some of

the breath from his chest. Sylvia still hadn't come out, and he was

getting impatient. Just then, Sylvia opened the door, but before Franklin

could say anything, she turned back inside.

Franklin: ".."

He felt sour. Why did these women always like to occupy his wife's time

and energy? He was very unhappy about it and felt ignored.

Winter was so bad to her core. What else did Sylvia have to say to her?

Did they have to talk for so long?

Franklin became increasingly restless. He tore off the button on his

slender neck, and his restrained cold breath suddenly became wild.

He looked invincibly handsome.

Meanwhile, in the cabin...

Winter knelt down in front of Sylvia with her big belly protruding

forward. But Sylvia stopped her: "I don't need a pregnant woman

kneeling before me. Get up!"

"Don't try playing innocent with me," Sylvia sneered as she pushed

Winter back onto the bed again.

Winter's tears kept flowing out uncontrollably. "Sylvia, please save me! I

promise I won't do anything that will harm you. I'm really at my wit's end

now; only you can help me."

"My child is about to be born; I don't want to die or go to jail."

Sylvia silently stared at her for a moment before saying: "I don't like

doing business at a loss." Winter had better show some real action

instead of just talking.

"Don't worry," Winter quickly reached out her hand while speaking

earnestly. "I won't let you down. If I betray you, I hope to die!"

"You don't need to say that. Actions speak louder than words," replied

Sylvia as she glanced outside through the windowpane.

Outside by now Franklin had almost lost patience waiting outside their

door. Winter could talk anyone into believing anything with that silver

tongue of hers, having swindled many wealthy women's money

before... and now...

After waiting for a few more minutes, the door opened once again.

Sylvia emerged, holding a folder in her hand. She glanced at Jasper,

her expression unreadable. "Jasper, I need you to do something.”

"Miss Andrews, just give the order.”

An hour later, they presented the plan for developing this area into a

hot spring resort to the village chief. They also discussed the detailed

compensation arrangements.

Once everything was done, they left with Winter.

As their car exited the remote village, it smoothly cruised along the

highway. Jasper drove, contemplating the task Sylvia had assigned to

him.

It was to take Winter away with them.

They had come this time with some of their associates, and Winter was

in the car behind them.

Jasper couldn't quite wrap his head around it. Saving Winter by chance

was one thing, but now they were taking her away?

"Miss Andrews..." he hesitated before speaking, but Sylvia interrupted

him as soon as he opened his mouth. “This is Clark's evidence of guilt.

All evidence of how Wilson Entertainment Foundation illegally collected

money and some embezzlement cases from Wilson Entertainment's

finances are all here."

"Winter brought it out?" Jasper was surprised.

Franklin also didn't expect that Winter would bring out Clark's evidence

of guilt. "She agreed to give it?"

"A mother will do anything for her child,” Sylvia smiled slyly, "so... she is

just trying to survive difficult times like everyone else; she wants to live,

I want the evidence - we both get what we want.”

"How do you plan on arranging her?" Franklin's voice lacked emotion

but was magnetic like a cello that people couldn't resist.

Sylvia looked up at his familiar face bathed in the morning glow of

sunset, elegant and noble with lips slightly pursed.

"I think there is a place where she might like," Sylvia said while holding

up her phone showing Isabelle’s message thread.

"Middle Evroya?" Franklin frowned.

"Mm-hmm."

Sylvia nodded, "Her due date is in half a month; Isabelle is also a

mother who can teach her something about childbirth if needed. If

Winter turns over a new leaf and reforms herself then it will be better for

everyone involved; if not, then don't blame me for being impolite by

making her disappear from this world."

"As for her son, raise him well since he's still young."

“You should ask Isabelle to keep an eye on her," Franklin nodded

approvingly at Sylvia's arrangement.

Winter was cunning and untrustworthy, so if she didn't cause any

trouble, then maybe she could be spared.

If she dares, then don't blame him for eliminating her without hesitation

to prevent future trouble!

He absolutely wouldn't let his wife get her hands dirty. If someone had

to, it would be him!

In a relatively remote plastic surgery clinic in Urgford, the doctor

carefully removed the bandages that had been wrapped around the

man's face on the operating table. "Sir, we've followed your requests

and the results look quite good."

The man slowly sat up, taking the mirror handed to him by the doctor.

He scrutinized the handsome face in the reflection. Though there were

certain artificial marks, it was difficult to tell what his original

appearance had been.

His eyes were slimmer, his nose more prominent, and his lips thin and

sharp.

He had the quintessential face of an internet sensation after plastic

surgery.

But he didn't mind.

He nodded. "It's very good."

The doctor nodded in return. “I'm glad you're satisfied, sir. If you have

any further needs in the future, please feel free to come to me."

“I'm sorry... you might not have the opportunity,” the man said coldly,

emanating a chilling aura.

Before the doctor could react, a dagger pierced his throat.

His eyes widened in shock, blood spewing from his neck. He frantically

clutched his wound, attempting to escape.

However, the man extended his leg, kicking him to the ground.

"Do you think I'd let you leave?" The man resembled a demon,

radiating a thick aura of death. "So, anyone who knows my secrets has

to die!"

When night fell, the car slowly returned to the Urgford MI6 compound.

Sylvia had rested on the journey, leaning against Franklin.

His embrace was warm and reassuring, making her feel comfortable.

When the car came to a stop, she blinked her eyes open and heard

Franklin's voice. "Let's grab something to eat first, and then we can visit

Wright at the hospital tomorrow.”

Sylvia nodded. "That sounds good."

They exited the car together, and Vaughn was already waiting for them.

"Miss Andrews, Master Franklin, dinner is ready in the dining room."

Isla walked over at that moment, and when she saw Sylvia, she

immediately wore a charming smile. "Miss Andrews, you must be

starving after your long journey, aren't you?"

She approached while speaking, but due to Franklin's imposing

presence, she didn't dare to reach out and clasp Sylvia's arm, so she

held back.

"The security in Urgford has become quite dreadful lately. I'm starting to

suspect if someone is deliberately trying to harm Mr. Wright."

Isla whispered to Sylvia, "Today, in a very remote plastic surgery clinic,

there was a murder. The plastic surgeon was killed by having his throat

slit." Isla saw that Sylvia was successfully captivated and under

pressure, she continued to report the details. "The police have gone but

there is no evidence at the scene and the suspect has not left any

clues. They say it could be someone taking revenge on society or

something like that.”

"Recently these things seem quite strange. His colleagues told the

police that this doctor was usually friendly and got along well with

people; he didn't offend anyone or anything like that. I don't know who

would want to kill him," Isla added.

“This case may not be solved anytime soon," she concluded.

Sylvia listened silently to Isla's words but felt something wasn't quite

right.

"A plastic surgeon..." she muttered.

"Cody is still in hospital so this case might end up being handled solely

by the police department,” Franklin said in a low voice before

suggesting they go eat dinner as they had arrived at the restaurant

already.

As soon as they entered, Sylvia froze for a moment and looked

surprised at everyone present. MI6 was like one big family with many

members who usually ate separately from each other. Today however,

everyone had gathered together waiting for their return.

They all stood up neatly when they saw them come back together

which clearly meant they were waiting for them to eat together.

"Master Franklin!"

"Miss Andrews!"

Franklin did not seem surprised though and gestured for everyone to sit

down before thanking them all saying how busy MI6 had been lately

followed by some kind words about Christmas coming up soon where

he promised he wouldn't let his brothers down.

After speaking some more words of encouragement, everyone began

eating their meal.

The next morning, upon waking up, she furrowed her brow, perhaps

due to the high humidity in that village. She sniffled and realized, to her

surprise, that she had caught a cold.

She rarely fell ill or caught a cold. It was probably due to Love Parasite

in her body. Besides causing her to become emotional more often, it

also had the side effect of keeping her in excellent health. In fact, her

health had improved significantly in recent years.

This sudden cold left her somewhat astonished.

"Why are you just sitting there in a daze?" Franklin emerged from the

bathroom, looking at her in confusion.

Sylvia turned her gaze to him, finding him in a black bathrobe, chest

partially exposed, revealing a well-defined torso. She raised an

eyebrow, wondering why he was looking so tempting this early in the

morning.

“I think I caught a cold," she said.

"Want me to grab some medicine later?" Franklin walked over and

placed his hand on her forehead. "Doesn't seem like you have a fever."

"Maybe I caught a chill yesterday in the village,” Sylvia sighed. "I'll go

freshen up first. Then we can head to the hospital.”