After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 684

Chapter 684

Justice was secretly relieved and silently watched Franklin stride towards the conference room.

He finally felt a little better.

When he was about to lift his foot and go in.

"Bang!"

Suddenly a gunshot rang out from behind him.

He watched as a bullet whizzed past his ear.

He stood stiffly in place, his whole body rigid.

Not only he, almost everyone was frightened and looked stiffly towards the source of the gunshot.

The man in black who asked to search Franklin just now was falling to the ground, covering his

bleeding left hand!

He was in so much pain that his face turned pale, and he fell to the ground.

Everyone was shocked as they watched this scene.

"Since you don't know Franklin, then get to know him well and remember him."

A cold voice sounded, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Franklin's narrow eyes glinted with a hint of sharpness.

And everyone saw the woman with beautiful and eye-catching face hold a silver pistol in her hand, and

slowly blow a breath at the muzzle.

Her movements are charming and elegant, yet alluring and icy.

Mr. Santana's face looked extremely unpleasant, with a strong anger in his eyes. Who was this woman

who dared to provoke him? His voice was filled with uncontrollable fury as he asked, "Who are you?"

Sylvia's lazy almond eyes met Chaz Santana's angry face, her red lips slightly curved and a disdainful

expression appeared on her beautiful face. "Do you even deserve to know who I am?"

Arrogant!

Too damn arrogant!

Everyone was staring in shock at Sylvia's stunningly beautiful face.

It's ridiculous!

She naturally wants to protect and fight back for her man who is being bullied.

"You - !"

Chaz's face was livid. He was so angry that he was about to draw a gun.

"She is the deputy chief of MI6," Franklin's cold voice suddenly sounded. Chaz froze, looking at

Franklin in disbelief before finally turning his gaze to Sylvia.

When did MI6 have a deputy chief?

Still a woman?

Sylvia never expected that Franklin would directly make her the deputy chief in command of MI6.

She glanced at Chaz, who was stiff all over, and then the silver pistol in her hand spun beautifully in the

palm of her hand.

Then she threw the pistol into the air, and it landed squarely in her palm.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three shots in a row!

The speed was so fast that it was impossible to react.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Three consecutive screams of despair followed one after another.

Chaz turned his head in shock, and saw that all three of his black-clad subordinates had hugged his left

hand and collapsed to the ground howling.

Blood continued to ooze from their wounds, and a faint smell of blood wafted in the air.

"You-" Chaz's face had gone from ashen to pale, and he glared at Sylvia in anger. "You..."

But he was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

This woman is too arrogant and thinks too highly of herself.

"Am I doing too well? You're so pleased that you don't know how to praise me." Sylvia smirked and

looked at Chaz coldly, "It's my honor to be able to help Mr. Santana teach those who lack insight a

lesson."

Her principle is: You can mess with her, but not with her man! No way!

Listening to Sylvia's words that were full of hidden sarcasm.

The meaning of the words he spoke when he just greeted Franklin is completely opposite.

Chaz glared at Sylvia with a viciousness reminiscent of a ferocious wolf, seething with anger.

The woman directly and invisibly slapped him hard on the face.

He intended to give Franklin a show of force, but unexpectedly encountered this tough woman.

Chaz couldn't swallow this anger, he looked at Sylvia for a while and then approached Franklin.

"Mr. Maskelyne, this... this is just a small matter. She is being so nitpicky..."

Before he could finish his words, Franklin interrupted him. "She is just teaching your subordinates on

behalf of you. Mr. Santana, as a man of high status, surely wouldn't bother with a woman like her,

right?"

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

Justice, who had been stiffly standing by the side, was scared to the point of breaking out in a cold

sweat.

This atmosphere was too creepy.

He couldn't help but secretly blame Chaz. Why did he have to provoke Franklin when everything was

fine?

Was MI6 easy to mess with?

He felt uncomfortable all over as he watched these people. He didn't dare to speak up, and even the

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