NovelOnlineChapter 720 Mr. Jett found it laughable. "I didn't order the arrest, old Mrs. Gamble, this is a presidential command. The seal on this arrest warrant was stamped by the director, | am just executing orders. So... if you have any complaints, you can go to the President.” The President...
Upon hearing that it was a presidential command, almost everyone in the Gamble family turned pale.
They all stared at Mr. Jett in shock.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter speaking, Mr. Jett coldly ordered, "Take him away!" So... the Gambles didn't even have time to react before Christian was taken away.
By the time old Mrs. Gamble reacted, he had gone far away and she cried out mournfully, "This is an injustice!" She collapsed onto the ground and Harold rushed to catch her saying, "Grandma--" After settling down old Mrs. Gamble, Harold hurriedly prepared to go back to hotel.
This incident could only be Franklin's doing if it could alarm the President.
When Mrs. Gamble saw him preparing to leave, she immediately grabbed his sleeve and tearfully said, "Harold, I'm sorry for always being mean to you. | know | say some hurtful things but don't take them too seriously. We only have you and your brother Christian left in our family. He's your real brother, you must save him!" Harold was already annoyed with her, and usually ignored her mischief. But now seeing her come over again, he couldn't help but speak harshly, "If you hadn't spoiled him, would he still make such a big mistake?" "Harold... it's too late for that now. You must save him!" Mrs. Gamble cried. As long as she could get her son out, she would listen even if Harold said hurtful things.
Harold couldn't be bothered with her anymore, so he turned around and left.
In just one day, the once confident Mr. Gamble became anxious, hurried, and disheveled.
Franklin sat on his sofa, his long legs elegantly crossed as he held his phone glancing down at it from time-to-time.
After Harold entered, his cold, indifferent gaze briefly swept over the men before shifting away. "Mr. Gamble, is there something you need?" Harold suppressed his frustration, speaking calmly, "Mr. Maskelyne, isn't it a bit harsh to go for the jugular? My brother may have made a mistake, but does that warrant sending him directly to prison?" "It's precisely because of your leniency that he made this mistake. Today, it might be a minor offense, but who's to say he won't be selling our country's secrets tomorrow, Mr. Gamble? Especially considering he works in the Information Department. A brother who can't differentiate right from wrong - do you think your future career will remain smooth with him around?" Franklin raised an eyebrow and looked at Harold with a cold expression.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHarold's face stiffened and he felt like he had been hit over the head.
"Teach him a lesson so that he learns his lesson. With you as his brother protecting him all the time, he'll never take responsibility for himself." Franklin picked up the tea on the table and took a sip before saying to Harold, "Go back now. | can't help you with this." Sylvia walked out of her bedroom and saw Harold looking upset. She had just answered a phone call - how did she end up seeing Harold when she came out? Harold also saw Sylvia and with one last hope in his heart, begged her pleadingly, "Deputy Chief, can you please spare my little brother?" Sylvia was taken aback for a moment before asking, "What happened to your little brother?" Harold remained silent.
Was this woman pretending to be stupid or deliberately humiliating him? "He's in jail," Franklin said elegantly while pouring tea into Sylvia's cup; tea leaves floated up and down inside it.
His voice was deep yet mellow which echoed throughout the entire room; it was extremely pleasant to listen to.
Sylvia couldn't help but curl her lips slightly. "I see... Mr. Gamble, | cannot save him then." It seemed like Franklin did it? He acted so fast this time around! It caught her off guard! "Five million dollars," Harold gritted his teeth as he spoke.
"Talking about money hurts feelings," Franklin handed Sylvia her cup of freshly brewed tea while looking at her tenderly with narrowed eyes; "Just brewed - try some." Sylvia thought that this man was really bad now but very cool! "Go back now," Sylvia took a sip of tea which spread its fragrance inside her mouth, "Mr. Gamble will have an easier life without such troublemakers like your little brother around anymore." "Oh by the way," Franklin added nonchalantly, "MI6 has solved your new energy problem for you guys." As soon as Harold left them, he received a phone call. "Yes, I'll go there right away!" Thirty minutes later... At the President's office, the man had a fierce look on his face as he slammed a file onto Harold's face.
"What's going on? What does Longevity Pharmaceuticals mean?" Harold winced in pain as the file hit him, but he still picked it up to read it.
After reading it, he was shocked. "Mr. President, their demands are too extreme!"
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