After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 349

Franklin's long, slanted eyes hooked, his thin lips raised into a smile, and his gaze swept over the room.

His eyes, however, betrayed no emotions.

Sylvia played the role of a female companion. Nestling in Franklin's arms. she could clearly feel Franklin gave off a cold aura.

But when she looked up, she found that a faint smile was still on the man's handsome face.

Just then, Franklin's magnetic voice rang out, "My female companion is the best woman in my eyes, so ..."

"Mr. Maskelyne, it would be unkind of you not to pick one, wouldn't it?" Terrance's eyes betrayed a hint of dissatisfaction. In his eyes, Franklin was too disrespectful.

However, when his eyes met Franklin's cold eyes, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.

He calmed down, skipped Franklin, and said to the other men, "Choose the one you like best!"

Sylvia, with her head down, let Franklin hug her and sat in her seat.

"Now ... I proudly invite you all to taste the latest arrival, Flame Pill! The flavor of Flame Pill is as pure and fragrant as it can be! All of you muse have one!"

After Terrance finished speaking, a few beautiful women walked into the conference room.

Each woman was holding a delicate tray with a small bowl on top of it!

Sylvia stared at the scene with a somewhat awful face.

Flame Pill!

It was said that people would feel cloud on nine after having it, and would be addicted to it as time went by.

Once people had one Flame Pill, the consequences were unthinkable.

And Terrance was inviting all the big shots to eat this?

Was he crazy?

This kind of addictive stuff!

"Terrance, are you muddleheaded? How dare you invite everyone to eat this stuff?" A pot-bellied middle-aged man said very angrily. "I’m okay with playing with women. Everyone likes it. But how about Flame Pill? Everyone knows very well what it is!"

Any rational man would not even touch it!

Questioned by this middle-aged man, Terrance looked awful. He slapped on the table, "Just a few of you present haven’t had it! You ask these people around you. Have they ate it!"

The middle-aged man sneered and looked at Franklin, "Mr. Maskelyne, what do you think?"

Franklin's lazy voice rang out as he glanced lazily at Terrance, then he said, "Such a filthy stuff doesn’t deserve me."

Franklin tilted his head and bent to Sylvia's neck every now and then, nibbled on her neck and exhaled hot breath.

Sylvia's eyes twitched, and she raised her hand to pinch the man hard around the waist.

But her ears remained attentive to all the sounds in the room.

Franklin smiled flirtatiously at her, "Baby, you say, is this stuff eatable?"

"Rubbish stuff, aren't you afraid of dying if you eat it?" Sylvia smiled with an innocent face.

Franklin curled his lips, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Those who do not want to eat it go out with me. Those who are willing to have it just stay here."

Terrance spoke with cold expression, "Mr. Maskelyne, it seems that you are not showing me respect? Don't forget, this is my turf! You have to eat it today anyway!"

Franklin smiled charmingly. "Terrance, all these years, Maskelyne Group has never been on the same page with you. Why are you picking on me?"

"Mr. Maskelyne, you are joking. I am just trying to make all of us closer to one another."

Terrance laughed.

"Closer to one another?" Franklin suddenly raised his hand and fished a few photos out of his pocket, "Could your business have made it to the top 500 by now without your wife? What do you think your wife's reaction would be if I showed her these pictures?"

The man quickly threw the photos on the table, and the crowd couldn't help but look over.

Some of the people who had been working with Terrance tried to escape when they saw what happened.

Only they had just gotten up when the woman who had been nestling in Franklin's arms suddenly pulled out her revolver and shot!

A shot hit a middle-aged man whose hand had been placed on the door handle in the leg.

These people's faces were pale, but they all sat in place and did not dare to move again.

Sylvia played with the small black gun in her hand that Franklin had stuffed onto her belt earlier.

She didn't expect that this man would trust her so much that he would give her a gun straight away.

Everyone looked at her in shock. How come this woman was so ruthless?

"Say, where the hell did you get all the Flame Pills? Why can you get so many pills?" Franklin said with a lightly raised eyebrow.

Terrance’s spirited face now blanched.

In an instant he seemed to have aged more than ten years. "I can't tell you where I got them. If Interpol is capable, it will find out naturally!"

His eyes were wide. "Especially you, Franklin, aren't you very capable? Then go to investigate, huh!"

"Terrance, you seem determined to bring about the destruction of your Terrance Family."

Franklin’s smiling face betrayed no emotion. His pair of dark eyes seemed calm and expressionless.

A smile curled the corners of the man's mouth. A cold breeze from the window blew the man's forehead hair.

Sylvia raised her eyes and saw a stern look flash across Franklin's eyes.

Before she saw it clearly, the sounds of gunshot rang again.

Just then, there was a loud bang.

Two teams of men in black criminal police uniforms rushed in. All of them wer talk with a cold face. Wearing military boots, they were holding the latest machine-guns in their hands.