After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707

The man sitting in the center of the first row exuded an air of nobility.

His profile was shrouded in dazzling light. His features were deep and profound, with a straight nose, and his lips slightly curved, evoking people's imagination. At this moment, his lips were tightly pursed into a straight line and his face was serious and cold.

Sitting next to him was Jasper, also dressed in a suit. Jasper's anxious gaze occasionally glanced towards the entrance of the conference room. What were Isla and these people up to? If they kept waiting like this, these experts would probably get impatient. If they just leave...

Harold sat not far from Franklin with raised eyebrows. "Mr. Maskelyne... when will your people arrive? Everyone's time is valuable."

Franklin lightly opened his lips; his voice wasn't loud but everyone could hear it clearly. "Soon."

Chaz had a hint of cold laughter in his eyes. "Hopefully."

A waiter came over to pour tea while those experts quietly discussed amongst themselves, "What kind of suspense is MI6 building up?"

"Could something have happened?"

The sound of their discussion reached Jasper and Franklin's ears; Jasper looked at Franklin who buttoned up the top button on his black shirt collar making him look noble yet icy-cold. There wasn't any expression on that handsome face.

Even though none of MI6's members had appeared until now he didn't seem worried at all.

Jasper felt anxious, so he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Master Franklin... it seems like something has happened... Isla said they've asked Miss Andrews for help."

Franklin listened to Jasper's low voice without changing expression; still looking indifferent as ever while staring at the large screen ahead with thick eyelashes drooping slightly - it made him look even more attractive despite being so cold-hearted when speaking, "Is that so?"

Jasper froze for a moment.

Then he lowered his head to look at his phone's Facebook.

Isla messaged him saying that she wouldn't be coming up to discuss new energy... that she was changing the presenter at the last minute.

In a state of panic, Jasper quickly sent a voice message, "Isla, what are you doing? MI6 hired you with a high salary, and now you're trying to mess it up on such an important occasion? Who's replacing you?"

Before Isla could reply, the entire conference room suddenly fell into an unusual silence.

Almost everyone's gaze turned to the entrance.

A woman walked in wearing a simple white T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. Her attire was plain and unadorned, with no embellishments. Her fair and smooth face was untouched by makeup.

Compared to the women in the room dressed in professional suits or formal attire, she looked like a college student who had come to apply for a job.

Jasper swallowed hard, his eyes filled with shock. "Miss Andrews? Why are you here?"

He glanced at Facebook again and saw Isla's succinct and powerful response: Sylvia.