After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 681

Chapter 681

Early the next morning.

In the slowly swaying morning mist, a black car drove out of the gate of MI6.

Sylvia nestled in Franklin's arms, watching the scenery outside the car window slowly pass by.

"If you're tired, sleep a little longer."

A calm voice sounded behind Sylvia, and a large hand wrapped around her slender waist, lifting her up and locking her into a warm embrace.

Being held so intimately by Franklin, Sylvia had no objections. She looked up and met his sharp gaze, "Shall we go to the airport?"

"Yes." Staring at Sylvia's fair, pretty face, Franklin stroked her smooth hair from time to time.

"Get some sleep." Adjusting Sylvia into a relatively comfortable position, with his large hand pressing her head against his chest, Franklin said faintly.

With her head pressed against that fine chest, Franklin's words were heard in her ears.

Upon hearing this, Sylvia immediately understood that there was still some time left before reaching the airport. After a moment of thought, she obediently followed and leaned on Franklin to rest with her eyes closed.

About an hour later, the car slowly came to a stop.

The fog slowly dissipated. The previously blurry buildings and trees around became visible as a whole, almost all revealing clear outlines.

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes and saw that the earth was gradually covered with a layer of golden halo.

The sun is out.

The fog has dispersed.

They arrived at a private airport's tarmac.

A red helicopter was quietly parked there.

Sylvia was carried onto the plane by Franklin and she sat down, picked up her phone, and posted a message on Facebook.

Then she put the phone away, found a comfortable position in Franklin's arms, and closed her eyes.

The airplane's propeller whirred as it fanned the air, and then slowly ascended into the sky.

Heading towards their destination.

At the same time, a private plane took off in Larro and flew towards Middle East.

There are over ten men in black on the private plane, and hundreds of boxes of drugs are loaded. The leading man has a cold expression on his face, "The boss has flown to the Middle East first. We must immediately go to meet her. There can be no mistakes this time. Do you hear me?"

"Heard it!" The men in black responded with a loud voice.

Then they took their seats one after another.

Three hours later.