After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 172

Sylvia entered without sparing a glance at him.

Franklin sat in the Bentley overbearingly, feeling frustrated.

His unhappiness spread in the air. Jasper shivered in fear, sitting in the driver's seat.

Franklin coldly ordered, "Leave."

Jasper breathed out in relief and started the engine.

They didn't know a group of men in black secretly approached Pearlhall Villa after the Bentley left.

The night was deep. At midnight, silence blanketed the villa.

Several trained men intruded on the house.

After they all entered, they were about to separate.

"Pak!"

The villa was lightened brightly all of a sudden.

In silence, the intruders gaped at the woman in black standing in the center of the living room.

She was wearing a black windbreaker, looking mysterious and cruel, emanating a cold aura.

Her long, black hair hung over her shoulders. The hair bang hid her eyes, but they could feel how steely they were.

Sylvia narrowed her eyes under the dazzling light.

She had sat in the dark for a while, so the sudden brightness stimulated her eyes.

Her gaze swept around the intruders.

A ghost of a smile played on her lips. She cast down her eyes.

"Your boss indeed overestimated me. He sent so many people for the assassination."

The man in the lead clenched his fists, wondering about the woman's background.

He could tell she had been waiting for them deliberately.

Sylvia raised her head to look into the eyes of the group leader, who gazed at her without blinking. A cold light flashed through her eyes.

She stared daggers at the man, and the latter flinched in a panic. He withdrew his gaze instantly, his heart thumping. The woman's aura was too strong.

However, Wilson Group paid him generously. He pulled out a pistol, pointing it at Sylvia.

The pistol made him feel secure and calm down. "Sorry, but someone wants to send you to the grave. You can't blame me for treating you rudely."

Sitting on the sofa, Sylvia snorted, "Who do you think you are? You are overconfident."

The man was startled. Then he roared angrily, "I dare you to say that again! Believe it or not. I'll shoot you."

His gang was one of the most famous gangs in Larro, and he was the respected lead.

He didn't expect Sylvia to mock him.

Seething with rage, he grabbed her collar and lifted her up to glare at her fiercely.

No matter how murderous her gaze was, she was a woman, and he would kill her.

Sylvia slightly raised her head, staring daggers at him. "You'd better let go of me," she drawled.

"Bitch! Do you know who I am? I'm gonna teach you a lesson..." Her gaze suffocated the man, who felt angry through embarrassment.

Before he finished his words, a loud bang interrupted him.

All the other men in black gaped at the scene.

Sylvia was lifted by their leader, but instantly, she pressed him to the ground with a single hand.