Chapter 775

Chapter 775

Isla’s face turned even redder at the words, "Shut up!"

If she had known earlier that this man was not really a top guy in the

bar, she wouldn't have picked him!

During that time, she went to the bar to get drunk in order to get over

her unrequited love for Franklin. She wanted to just give herself away,

so she had a one-night stand.

She randomly picked the most handsome guy in a bar and ended up

unintentionally provoking the wrong man.

Soren had been busy with training lately and was fully occupied.

He didn't expect to run into her at MI6.

"Who allowed you to sneak away and even dared to humiliate me by

leaving behind a hundred dollars? My net worth is in the billions. You

slept with me, so you must take responsibility.”

Soren squinted his eyes and stared at Isla.

Isla was so angry that she covered his mouth directly and said, “Stop

talking... Don't say it again!"

It's like trying to get ivory out of a dog's mouth, this man just can't stop

talking.

Here is MI6. If her colleagues hear this, she will be embarrassed.

She was already blushing with embarrassment, and now Soren's

teasing made her even more red-faced.

Sweat beads glisten on the nose, making it look particularly delicate

and charming.

She almost lost all strength and was about to collapse.

Isla wanted to escape, but the next second she was lifted up by Soren,

a tall and sturdy man who grabbed her in front of him.

Then... he strode towards the room arranged for him by MI6.

The man kicked open the door of the room, making a loud bang sound.

Isla hadn't even had time to react before the man threw her onto the

bed. As she struggled to get up, she saw Soren lock the door without

hesitation.

There was a man's jersey hanging above the cabinet on top of her

head.

"What are you doing? Soren, this is MI6, I am the leader of MI6! Don't

mess around!" Isla was so angry that she didn't know what to say. She

seemed to have no chance of winning, whether it was physical strength

or arguing.

Soren took off his own jersey and sat down in front, lifting Isla up and

letting her straddle his lap.

"Soren, that night was an accident. I had no idea you weren't just a

regular guy at the bar, and I don't usually watch basketball games. I

had no clue you were a superstar!"

Isla tried to calmly analyze the man's behavior, but he seemed

completely oblivious. "You smell amazing,” Soren buried his nose in her

neck and spoke in a husky voice. It was dangerously seductive.

"Uh, anyway... after your game, you were all sweaty. You should take a

shower first, and I'll wait for you here," Isla suppressed her own heart

palpitations as she spoke to Soren.

The man nodded, feeling like something was off but also uncomfortable

with all the sweat on his body. So he turned around and went into the

bathroom.

But when he came out again, there was no one in the room? Her scent

still lingered in the air but she had vanished.

Soren sneered, "Did you think that if we met again you could escape?"

In recent days, news of MI6 playing a friendly match against Club

Ritter's professional basketball team had spread like wildfire across

social media platforms. Some even started polls asking which team

would win.

The results showed that only 17% of people supported MI6 while an

overwhelming 83% supported Club Ritter.

Sylvia looked at these comments online before turning her attention

back to the basketball court where players were sweating profusely

during their intense training session. She couldn't help but feel nervous

for them as it was clear they were giving it their all - pushing

themselves to their limits.

MI6's reputation couldn't be challenged and its face couldn't be lost so

this match had to end with victory!

Franklin appeared beside Sylvia without warning and said, "The heat

surrounding Ashlyn has been overshadowed by our upcoming game.

That's the Ritter Family's plan.”

"Shifting public attention away from Ashlyn is key," Sylvia continued

speaking confidently, "And since MI6 is rarely seen by public eyes due

to its secretive nature; people are naturally curious about them! They've

successfully hyped up this event using public curiosity!"

Franklin smirked coldly. "Yes! They've managed to hype up this event

beyond measure while effectively dissolving any relevance Ashlyn may

have held!"

Sylvia squinted her eyes slightly. "Although we know that the old lady is

fake, we can't do anything about it." It was too difficult to get the real old

lady to testify.

"No matter what, this game will go as Ritter Group wants it to,"

Franklin's fierce determination shone through his eyes. He no longer

wanted to hide his strong aura and a powerful energy burst forth from

him.

"We definitely won't lose!" Sylvia held his hand tightly, her eyes shining

with determination.

After their final day of training, Vaughn and the others were visibly

exhausted from the intense workouts. Their bodies had become even

more toned and one of them had even lost several pounds due to the

rigorous training.

“I'm treating everyone for dinner tonight,” Franklin announced in front of

everyone. “Tomorrow is our official match day so let's eat well and rest

up.”

"Master Franklin, I want barbecue!" Vaughn couldn't help but raise his

hand.

"l want sushi!"

After days of high-intensity training, they all wanted a good meal to

satisfy their cravings. In the end, they decided on going together

towards a nearby barbecue restaurant based on majority rule.

As soon as they left MI6 headquarters’ gate without any cars in tow -

just walking around chatting - suddenly...

A black car rushed towards several members of MI6 at an intersection!

Vaughn immediately shouted out loud. "Watch out!"

He pushed away one teammate beside him before quickly jumping

aside himself with agility but still got hit by the car's hood heavily

anyway!

His body was thrown back hard before falling into a flower bed by the

side of road!

It happened so fast! There was a loud bang!

The black car also crashed heavily into roadside railings! Sparks flew

off its hood! Thick smoke billowed out from inside instantly!

Sylvia and Franklin immediately ran towards Vaughn; they were

originally some distance away from him when he got hit unexpectedly

like this.

Vaughn had already been helped up by teammates but his hand was

injured badly: "Master... I may not be able to play tomorrow."

Vaughn's face turned pale as he tried hard not show how much pain he

felt in his hand while speaking those words aloud for all present there

could hear clearly enough now too...

Sylvia touched his arm then examined it closely: “Minor fracture; you

need rest.”

Everyone was dumbfounded upon hearing this news: "What should we

do? The match will be held tomorrow!"

"Yeah... what are we going to do?"

"Do we have to lose?" Sylvia looked at Franklin with a serious

expression. “Do we have any substitutes?"

"The substitutes have been trained, but they still have some gaps in

strength compared to Vaughn and the others." Franklin's face was cold

as he scanned the black car nearby.

Something was off.

The traffic police had already arrived on the scene and were

investigating. The driver of the black car had been rescued, but he was

unconscious and couldn't be questioned. There was a strong smell of

alcohol in the car, indicating that it was a case of drunk driving.

But... was it really just drunk driving?

There wasn't time to investigate further right now; what mattered most

was who would play tomorrow.

No one felt like eating anymore, so they rushed Vaughn to the hospital

immediately.

Meanwhile, at the Ritter family...

Donovan listened to his subordinates’ report with a smug look on his

face. "Vaughn has broken his arm; let's see how MI6 will participate in

tomorrow's game."

Mrs. Ritter put down her phone and looked at Donovan. “Is this news

reliable?"

"Of course," Donovan laughed arrogantly. “If they switch to their

substitutes, they'll definitely lose! They're too naive if they think that can

beat Club Ritter!"

"You're right," Mrs. Ritter felt relieved inside. "Why do I enjoy watching

Franklin and his gang suffer so much?"

"Honey, you don't need to worry about this; just focus on taking care of

our daughter and giving her more special training so she can win at

Graley Piano Competition this time.” Donovan held Mrs. Ritter's hand

tightly. “I will clear all obstacles for you! This incident has directly

reduced Ashlyn's popularity. But tomorrow! I'll make sure MI6 is

humiliated! For Ashlyn!"

"Donovan, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow!" Mrs. Ritter smiled

happily with anticipation.

The next morning dawned bright and sunny, a perfect day for

competition.

The venue was Club Ritter, and many reporters and media were

invited.

There were yellow-and-white-clad Club Ritter players standing inside,

the competition starting in half an hour.

MI6 should've arrived by now, but they hadn't shown up yet

Several players from Club Ritter couldn't help but say, "Do you think

they're too scared to come?"

“I heard that someone got injured. Do you think they don't have anyone

left to play?"

As they spoke, they burst out laughing.