After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 673 Early the next morning, Franklin was called away by several of his MI6 subordinates in a hurry, not knowing what business they had to attend to.

Sylvia was walking alone by the lake at MI6 when Isla intercepted her.

Isla was dressed in a smart women's professional outfit and looked very much like a white-collar 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 Isla wanted from her.

Upon seeing that she didn't respond, Isla’s lips curled up with a hint of disdain as she said, "What? Are you afraid to go with me? | just thought you might be bored here all alone so | 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 | thought I'd show you around. You're not scared, are you?" There was provocation in Isla's eyes.

Sylvia wasn't foolish enough to believe that this woman just wanted company for fun; she gazed steadily into Isla's eyes and said with a slight smirk on her lips, "Sure! Let's go." "Alright then." Sylvia followed Isla into her red Porsche and fastened her seatbelt once inside.

Isla sat in the driver's seat while casting an evil glance 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, Isla'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 Isla on the passenger's seat without any expression.

The scene that Isla 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 nonchalantly, "Don't worry about my driving skills, Miss Andrews... | can handle this speed.” However, she heard a cold female voice faintly sounding, "If you modify the ECU, replace 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, acceleration only require 2. 9 seconds so... if you don't modify it, then this will be your maximum speed.” Isla'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? Isla 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 uncomfortable, 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 Isla 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 Isla's face was slightly pale, "Are you okay?" Isla'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. | drove extremely steadily.” Still not giving up, she asked Sylvia, "Were you scared just now?" Sylvia glanced at her, "Why should | be scared?" Isla was rendered speechless.

She drove so fast just to scare Sylvia, but the latter didn't seem to be scared at all.

Isla tried hard to maintain composure, gripping onto every last 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 Isla discovered that this was a horse- racing course.

She glanced at Isla without a word, her eyes showing a hint of indifference. "Miss Saunders, I'm not sure what kind of game you want to play with me." "There's horseback riding, shooting, and many other activities inside. Why don't we go in together and have some fun? | don't like the things those delicate ladies enjoy.” Her gaze towards Sylvia was full of provocation.