Chapter 673
Early the next morning, Franklin was called away by several of his MI6 subordinates in a hurry, not
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knowing what business they had to attend to.
Sylvia was walking alone by theke at MI6 when I intercepted her.
I was dressed in a smart women''s professional outfit and looked very much like a white-cor
worker.
She touched her wristwatch and smiled slightly at Sylvia, "Miss Andrews, do you have time to go
somewhere with me?"
Sylvia raised an eyebrow and looked at her calmly without saying anything, not understanding what I
wanted from her.
Upon seeing that she didn''t respond, I''s lips curled up with a hint of disdain as she said, "What? Are
you afraid to go with me? I just thought you might be bored here all alone so I wanted to take you out
for some fresh air. If it doesn''t suit you or if you''re not interested, then forget it."
Sylvia spoke in a calm voice, "Where do you want to take me?"
"I want to take you somewhere fun since there isn''t much for entertainment around here. You don''t
have any friends here, so I thought I''d show you around. You''re not scared, are you?" There was
provocation in I''s eyes.
Sylvia wasn''t foolish enough to believe that this woman just wantedpany for fun; she gazed
steadily into I''s eyes and said with a slight smirk on her lips, "Sure! Let''s go."
"Alright then."
Sylvia followed I into her red Porsche and fastened her seatbelt once inside.
I sat in the driver''s seat while casting an evil nce towards Sylvia as she deliberately reminded her,
"I''m going to drive now. Miss Andrews, make sure your seatbelt is secure."
As expected... it was exactly as Sylvia had imagined it would be.
With one swift turn of the steering wheel, I''s red Porsche zoomed out onto the road leaving
everything else behind them.
But... was this speed supposed to impress Sylvia?
She remained calm sitting beside I on the passenger''s seat without any expression.
The scene that I had imagined never happened - no pale faces or trembling bodies or upset
stomachs or screams...
None of it happened...
She pressed down hard on gas pedal, pushing the speed up close two hundred miles per hour which
made even herself feel uneasy but still tried pretending everything under control while saying
nonchntly, "Don''t worry about my driving skills, Miss Andrews... I can handle this speed."
However, she heard a cold female voice faintly sounding, "If you modify the ECU, rece the stainless
steel exhaust system and other methods, you can adjust the 3. 8-liter horizontally opposed six-cylinder
twin-turbocharged engine that Porsche 911 Turbo is equipped with from its original 540 horsepower
and 72. 4kg to 680 horsepower and 88. 7kg. The horsepower part almost approaches the original
factory''s 700-horsepower of the 911 GT2 RS, while torque is far higher than its original level of 76.
5kg."
"After modification, eleration only require 2. 9 seconds so... if you don''t modify it, then this will be
your maximum speed."
I''s face stiffened.
What was this woman talking about?
Why couldn''t she understand anything?
It seemed very professional and impressive?
She must be talking nonsense right?
I thought she looked cool holding onto the steering wheel at a high speed but suddenly... it didn''t feel
so good anymore.
Her stomach churned and her face grew paler by the second.
She had intended to make Sylvia ufortable, nauseous or scared... and then mock her a little bit.
But now... she felt like she couldn''t take it anymore.
Furthermore, the car kept weaving through downtown traffic with heavy flow, and I had to constantly
dodge surrounding vehicles several times nearly colliding with cars in front!
She gritted her teeth trying not to scream. Because she gripped on to the steering wheel too tightly, the
veins pop out on her hands.
She didn''t know how long it took but finally, the car made a creaking sound followed by an ear-piercing
noise as it stopped in front of a private club.
Sylvia saw that I''s face was slightly pale, "Are you okay?"
I''s stomach churned again, but she didn''t want Sylvia to look down on her.
She forced out a stiff smile, "No, I''m fine. My driving skills are excellent. I drove extremely steadily."
Still not giving up, she asked Sylvia, "Were you scared just now?"
Sylvia nced at her, "Why should I be scared?"
I was rendered speechless.
She drove so fast just to scare Sylvia , but thetter didn''t seem to be scared at all.
I tried hard to maintainposure, gripping onto everyst shred of calmness as she said through
gritted teeth, "As long as you''re not afraid."
She wanted Sylvia to know that she was the kind of woman who could outshine her no matter where
they were.
Sylvia was nothing more than trash except for knowing some medical knowledge. Sylvia wasn''t worthy
enough to stay beside Franklin.
Sylvia got out of the car and looked towards the main entrance of the club. It was only then I
discovered that this was a horse-racing course.
She nced at I without a word, her eyes showing a hint of indifference. "Miss Saunders, I''m not
sure what kind of game you want to y with me."
"There''s horseback riding, shooting, and many other activities inside. Why don''t we go in together and
have some fun? I don''t like the things those delicatedies enjoy."
Her gaze towards Sylvia was full of provocation.