After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 682

Chapter 682

"Mr. Arnold?" Justice stared at Sylvia in a daze.

A cold and chilling voice suddenly resounded.

Justice suddenly came to his senses.

He looked up in a panic and saw Franklin staring at him coldly.

The cold eyes contained a huge possessiveness and dissatisfaction, making Justice feel suffocated

and instantly embarrassed.

"Ah, Mr. Maskelyne, I..." He was about to stammer out an apology, not even sure why he felt the need

to apologize.

But he was interrupted by Franklin, who said, "There won't be a next time!"

The man's eyes were filled with an unpleasant emotion, and his whole body exuded a sense of

dissatisfaction.

Feeling the man's displeasure, Justice suddenly felt cold sweat seeping down his back.

Franklin put Sylvia down on the ground and grabbed her soft little hand before speaking coldly, "Let's

go."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Maskelyne, please come this way."

Justice quickly made a gesture of invitation with his hand and avoided looking at Sylvia again.

Franklin from H Rovirsa is not just an ordinary person. He is the initiator and owner of new energy, and

he manages MI6, which is not an ordinary organization.

They rely on Franklin's new energy technology here in the Middle East.

It is said that he has always been domineering and strong, extremely cold, and his methods are also

decisive.

Even as a district head who has seen many grand occasions and important figures, I still couldn't help

but feel intimidated when facing him.

The reason why we invited Franklin this time is because there have been problems with the

development of new energy. Those high-tech advanced systems seem to have been infected by a virus

or "Trojan horse", and they have all been paralyzed.

No matter how their technicians analyze or crack it, they are unable to control it.

They spent a lot of money on importing MI6's new energy plan, but it can only be shelved.

Looking at Justice's cautious and respectful appearance leading the way ahead.

Sylvia glanced at the domineering and possessive man beside her again, and couldn't help but curl her All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

lips.

Mr. Maskelyne is indeed a tough guy, exuding such a domineering presence wherever he goes.

And for Franklin's behavior just now, Sylvia couldn't help but feel a burst of pleasure inside.

There is a feeling of being intensely cared about by him.

She followed Franklin into the villa and walked into the hall.

After seeing the scene in front of her, Sylvia frowned.

The status of women has been low, and she knows it.

A group of men sat on the sofa, and in front of each man knelt a young girl, each very scantily dressed,

holding a tray with fruit and wine in her hands.

Every girl was bowing her head with a respectful expression.

There was even a man who reached out and clasped the waist of the girl kneeling in front of him, and

directly took her into his arms, and he wanted to fondle the girl.

A look of panic flashed across the girl's face, but she dared not resist.

They were all playthings of men.

"What kind of people are these?" Sylvia's voice rang out coldly, with a hint of anger that even she

couldn't detect.

Franklin glanced at her and said, "These people are some tycoons from the Middle East."

Sylvia couldn't help but curl her lips with a hint of disdain. These people are really disgusting.

But she knew that things are not all black and white in this world.

She closed her eyes and scanned the surroundings casually, forcing herself not to look at those girls

being humiliated.

The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive all the way.

Justice led them through these local tyrants and went straight to the second floor.

After going upstairs, Justice led them to a luxurious conference room. There were several men dressed

in black guarding the door.

"Mr. Arnold," the man in black greeted Justice politely.

"Please open the door, our esteemed guest has arrived," Justice said as he reached to push the door

open.

However, they were stopped by the black-clothed men. "I'm sorry, Mr. Arnold, if you want to go in... we

need to do a body search," the man spoke in a businesslike manner.

These people were playing this kind of trick?