After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 775

Chapter 775

Isla’s face turned even redder at the words, "Shut up!"

If she had known earlier that this man was not really a top guy in thebar, she wouldn't have picked him!

During that time, she went to the bar to get drunk in order to get overher unrequited love for Franklin. She wanted to just give herself away,so she had a one-night stand.

She randomly picked the most handsome guy in a bar and ended upunintentionally provoking the wrong man.

Soren had been busy with training lately and was fully occupied.

He didn't expect to run into her at MI6.

"Who allowed you to sneak away and even dared to humiliate me byleaving behind a hundred dollars? My net worth is in the billions. Youslept with me, so you must take responsibility.”

Soren squinted his eyes and stared at Isla.

Isla was so angry that she covered his mouth directly and said, “Stoptalking... Don't say it again!"

It's like trying to get ivory out of a dog's mouth, this man just can't stoptalking.

Here is MI6. If her colleagues hear this, she will be embarrassed.

She was already blushing with embarrassment, and now Soren'steasing made her even more red-faced.

Sweat beads glisten on the nose, making it look particularly delicateand charming.

She almost lost all strength and was about to collapse.

Isla wanted to escape, but the next second she was lifted up by Soren,a tall and sturdy man who grabbed her in front of him.

Then... he strode towards the room arranged for him by MI6.

The man kicked open the door of the room, making a loud bang sound.Isla hadn't even had time to react before the man threw her onto thebed. As she struggled to get up, she saw Soren lock the door withouthesitation.

There was a man's jersey hanging above the cabinet on top of herhead.

"What are you doing? Soren, this is MI6, I am the leader of MI6! Don'tmess around!" Isla was so angry that she didn't know what to say. Sheseemed to have no chance of winning, whether it was physical strengthor arguing.

Soren took off his own jersey and sat down in front, lifting Isla up andletting her straddle his lap.

"Soren, that night was an accident. I had no idea you weren't just aregular guy at the bar, and I don't usually watch basketball games. Ihad no clue you were a superstar!"

Isla tried to calmly analyze the man's behavior, but he seemedcompletely oblivious. "You smell amazing,” Soren buried his nose in herneck and spoke in a husky voice. It was dangerously seductive.

"Uh, anyway... after your game, you were all sweaty. You should take ashower first, and I'll wait for you here," Isla suppressed her own heartpalpitations as she spoke to Soren.

The man nodded, feeling like something was off but also uncomfortablewith all the sweat on his body. So he turned around and went into thebathroom.

But when he came out again, there was no one in the room? Her scentstill lingered in the air but she had vanished.

Soren sneered, "Did you think that if we met again you could escape?"In recent days, news of MI6 playing a friendly match against ClubRitter's professional basketball team had spread like wildfire acrosssocial media platforms. Some even started polls asking which teamwould win.

The results showed that only 17% of people supported MI6 while anoverwhelming 83% supported Club Ritter.

Sylvia looked at these comments online before turning her attentionback to the basketball court where players were sweating profuselyduring their intense training session. She couldn't help but feel nervousfor them as it was clear they were giving it their all - pushingthemselves to their limits.

MI6's reputation couldn't be challenged and its face couldn't be lost sothis match had to end with victory!

Franklin appeared beside Sylvia without warning and said, "The heatsurrounding Ashlyn has been overshadowed by our upcoming game.That's the Ritter Family's plan.”

"Shifting public attention away from Ashlyn is key," Sylvia continuedspeaking confidently, "And since MI6 is rarely seen by public eyes dueto its secretive nature; people are naturally curious about them! They'vesuccessfully hyped up this event using public curiosity!"

Franklin smirked coldly. "Yes! They've managed to hype up this eventbeyond measure while effectively dissolving any relevance Ashlyn mayhave held!"

Sylvia squinted her eyes slightly. "Although we know that the old lady isfake, we can't do anything about it." It was too difficult to get the real oldlady to testify.

"No matter what, this game will go as Ritter Group wants it to,"Franklin's fierce determination shone through his eyes. He no longerwanted to hide his strong aura and a powerful energy burst forth fromhim.

"We definitely won't lose!" Sylvia held his hand tightly, her eyes shiningwith determination.

After their final day of training, Vaughn and the others were visiblyexhausted from the intense workouts. Their bodies had become evenmore toned and one of them had even lost several pounds due to therigorous training.

“I'm treating everyone for dinner tonight,” Franklin announced in front ofeveryone. “Tomorrow is our official match day so let's eat well and restup.”

"Master Franklin, I want barbecue!" Vaughn couldn't help but raise hishand.

"l want sushi!"

After days of high-intensity training, they all wanted a good meal tosatisfy their cravings. In the end, they decided on going togethertowards a nearby barbecue restaurant based on majority rule.

As soon as they left MI6 headquarters’ gate without any cars in tow -just walking around chatting - suddenly...

A black car rushed towards several members of MI6 at an intersection!Vaughn immediately shouted out loud. "Watch out!"

He pushed away one teammate beside him before quickly jumpingaside himself with agility but still got hit by the car's hood heavilyanyway!

His body was thrown back hard before falling into a flower bed by theside of road!

It happened so fast! There was a loud bang!

The black car also crashed heavily into roadside railings! Sparks flewoff its hood! Thick smoke billowed out from inside instantly!

Sylvia and Franklin immediately ran towards Vaughn; they wereoriginally some distance away from him when he got hit unexpectedlylike this.

Vaughn had already been helped up by teammates but his hand wasinjured badly: "Master... I may not be able to play tomorrow."

Vaughn's face turned pale as he tried hard not show how much pain hefelt in his hand while speaking those words aloud for all present therecould hear clearly enough now too...

Sylvia touched his arm then examined it closely: “Minor fracture; youneed rest.”

Everyone was dumbfounded upon hearing this news: "What should wedo? The match will be held tomorrow!"

"Yeah... what are we going to do?"

"Do we have to lose?" Sylvia looked at Franklin with a seriousexpression. “Do we have any substitutes?"

"The substitutes have been trained, but they still have some gaps instrength compared to Vaughn and the others." Franklin's face was coldas he scanned the black car nearby.

Something was off.

The traffic police had already arrived on the scene and wereinvestigating. The driver of the black car had been rescued, but he wasunconscious and couldn't be questioned. There was a strong smell ofalcohol in the car, indicating that it was a case of drunk driving.

But... was it really just drunk driving?

There wasn't time to investigate further right now; what mattered mostwas who would play tomorrow.

No one felt like eating anymore, so they rushed Vaughn to the hospitalimmediately.

Meanwhile, at the Ritter family...

Donovan listened to his subordinates’ report with a smug look on hisface. "Vaughn has broken his arm; let's see how MI6 will participate intomorrow's game."

Mrs. Ritter put down her phone and looked at Donovan. “Is this newsreliable?"

"Of course," Donovan laughed arrogantly. “If they switch to theirsubstitutes, they'll definitely lose! They're too naive if they think that canbeat Club Ritter!"

"You're right," Mrs. Ritter felt relieved inside. "Why do I enjoy watchingFranklin and his gang suffer so much?"

"Honey, you don't need to worry about this; just focus on taking care ofour daughter and giving her more special training so she can win atGraley Piano Competition this time.” Donovan held Mrs. Ritter's handtightly. “I will clear all obstacles for you! This incident has directlyreduced Ashlyn's popularity. But tomorrow! I'll make sure MI6 ishumiliated! For Ashlyn!"

"Donovan, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow!" Mrs. Ritter smiledhappily with anticipation.

The next morning dawned bright and sunny, a perfect day forcompetition.

The venue was Club Ritter, and many reporters and media wereinvited.

There were yellow-and-white-clad Club Ritter players standing inside,the competition starting in half an hour.

MI6 should've arrived by now, but they hadn't shown up yet

Several players from Club Ritter couldn't help but say, "Do you thinkthey're too scared to come?"

“I heard that someone got injured. Do you think they don't have anyoneleft to play?"

As they spoke, they burst out laughing.