After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687

Upon hearing Sylvia's voice, Harold and Chaz's faces both changed.

"It's just for entertainment, why bother..." Harold slowly spoke while his gaze fell on Franklin who had a look of indifference.

"So... Mr. Gamble, are you saying that you can't afford to lose?" Sylvia smirked with her luscious red lips that were captivating. Even if he wanted to refuse her, she wouldn't allow it.

Her almond-shaped eyes scanned the group of officials who looked sly and cunning before turning her gaze towards the always composed Franklin.

He still had an arrogant expression. His strong presence was enough to make one shudder in fear while his stern eyebrows hinted at a hint of killing intent.

Only when he looked at Sylvia did a flash of indulgence flash through his eyes as if she was a shining star among these dominant men; radiant and impossible to ignore.

Harold's eyes flashed with anger as this woman had just slapped their faces hard earlier by daringly using the small island as a bet now forcing them into accepting it successfully!

If they didn't accept it, then it really meant that they couldn't afford to lose.

Sylvia walked up to the conference table with her hands picking up the deck of cards lazily while washing them," What? Mr. Gamble hasn't made up your mind yet? You guys brought out these cards yourselves and suggested playing one game too! Now..."

Her pupils were icy cold but carried a hint of disdain within them.

Franklin's deep-set eyes flickered slightly before looking at her beautiful face.

"It seems like you're very interested in playing, deputy chief." Harold politely said.

Just then, a man dressed in black hurriedly entered the conference room, approaching Chaz, whispering something into his ear.

Then Chaz sent the man in black away before walking towards Harold and saying something under his breath.

Harold raised an eyebrow, showing off a smile before turning back to Sylvia, "Since you want to play so much, then I'll play one game with you."

As he finished speaking those words, a tall figure stepped into the conference room, making its presence known immediately.

Chaz felt a sense of satisfaction. When he saw Sylvia wanting to bet on the small island, he immediately sent someone to find Hunter, the famous gambling king in the Middle East.

Hunter was unbeatable when it came to gambling in the Middle East.

With this man around, how could this woman win? It was impossible!

Chaz felt confident that if he could pull this off, Harold would be pleased with him. Harold had also met Hunter before and nodded towards him. As long as Hunter was present, they were sure to win.

Was she suicidal?

Franklin frowned deeply with an inexplicable panic creeping into his low-pitched voice. "I forbid it!"

How could she do such things?

Sylvia raised an eyebrow as she glanced over at him, "It's only four shots. What are you afraid of?"

"If she loses, MI6 will take over everything related to your new energy projects for free," Franklin grabbed Sylvia's delicate hand tightly as he spoke with suppressed emotions.

Sylvia paused for a moment. He just used their latest research technology as the stake?

"I won't allow you any harm." The man lowered his gaze onto her exquisite face firmly while speaking these words out loud.

"I won't lose," Sylvia said, a little stunned.

"Even if there's only a one in a thousand or one in ten thousand chance, I won't allow you to take the risk," Franklin tightened his grip on her small hand. "It's just a bet after all. Nothing is more important than you."

Sylvia felt warmth in her heart and looked at Hunter. "How do you want to play?"