After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 691

Chapter 691

"I'm sorry, I can't control her," Franklin replied crisply, his icy eyes seemed filled with countless shards of ice. Chaz felt like he was falling into an abyss, chilled to the bone. Franklin's message was clear: he didn't want to be involved and was supporting Sylvia's actions.

They had to play along even if they didn't want to.

"Mr. Gamble, look at Mr. Santana's courage! If you didn't know any better, you'd think I'm sending him to the guillotine!" Sylvia drawled slowly.

Harold saw Sylvia looking at him with a hint of a smirk on her lips. "Stop delaying time; it's just one shot," Sylvia said calmly as she threw her gun in front of Harold.

Almost everyone jumped when they saw how quickly she tossed the gun towards Harold.

Especially Justice and his crew who were staring white-faced at Harold holding that gun, afraid that he would shoot his own head!

Harold looked at the gun in his hand and turned pale; no one had enough courage for suicide - especially those who held power and money like them!

The world is full of temptations; why would anyone choose death?

Though he reluctantly accepted this bet.

Sylvia taunted him, "Mr. Gamble, are you going to back out now?"

This man looked good enough with plenty of charisma but lacked bravery! Since they dared bully Franklin, they gotta pay the price.

Hearing Sylvia's voice made Harold tremble as he reached out for the gun before slowly raising it towards his temple...

He couldn't bring himself to say anything or ask Sylvia for mercy; fear choked him up inside! As Middle East's youngest minister with military power under his belt, how could he beg a woman not to kill him?

If something like this happened, how could he face the President or all those people under him?

Harold gritted his teeth and kept telling himself in his mind, "I won't fail. I can't be that unlucky. I will definitely be able to avoid it."

Even though he kept comforting himself inside, he just couldn't pull the trigger.

Who can do this?

Sweat began to seep out of the palm of his hand holding the gun.

"Mr. Gamble... If you really can't continue, why don't you just give us the island?" Sylvia smirked and leaned in close to Harold, with an evil glint in her eyes.

The man's black eyes stared at her in surprise, noticing that the woman in front of him had skin as fair and smooth as milk, without any visible pores or blemishes.

Such a woman... so stunningly beautiful.

At least he shouldn't be looked down upon by this woman!

Everyone stared at Sylvia in disbelief.