After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 776

Chapter 776

The reporters began to whisper amongst themselves.

"MI6 is very secretive and never appears in public. Could it be that theywon't show up this time?"

"Maybe they're afraid of losing face, so they're not coming.”

"The hype on the internet is at an all-time high. Almost all netizens andfans are following this game."

"If they don't come... it would be more embarrassing than losing.""Yeah! MI6 will be called cowards!"

The reporters were constantly taking pictures and recording videos withtheir cameras.

Short videos were being updated every few minutes, almost all of themabout the game.

Regardless of how small the media outlet was or whether it was just ashort video posted online, their followers skyrocketed.

Comments and likes were unprecedentedly high.

It seemed like netizens from across the empire were following thisevent with great enthusiasm.

With only five minutes left until the start of the game, MI6 still hadn'tarrived yet. Everyone was becoming increasingly impatient.

"Hey manager! Are they not coming? If they don't come, we'll go backto training!"

"Yeah, why don't we just continue practicing?" Two players had alreadyyawned and were ready to leave the court when suddenly a cold voicerang out, "There are still three minutes until the start of the game. Weare not late."

All eyes turned towards where Franklin stood at the entrance wearinghis blue-and-white uniform as he strode confidently towards them withhis team members behind him.

Almost immediately everyone recognized him as Franklin - he exudedan aura that could not be ignored; his demeanor was cold but fierce; hisgaze bold yet arrogant; wherever he went he always stood out fromeveryone else in some way or another.

He wore a blue-and-white basketball jersey that hugged his muscularframe tightly while emphasizing every curve on his body - making one'simagination run wild about what lay beneath those clothes... The colorblue usually connotes coolness but when worn by Franklin it made himlook even more intimidating than usual.

His handsome face betrayed no emotion but one could sense that hepossessed immense power which influenced everyone present there!"Franklin?"

"It's Franklin!"

"Why is he wearing MI6's jersey?"

"Isn't he the CEO of SouthStar Airlines?"

“Isn't he the CEO of Maskelyne Group?"

"Why is he here?"

Many people were discussing in whispers.

And those reporters went crazy, continuously taking pictures of Franklinand his team behind him.

The manager of Club Ritter couldn't help but tremble a little. Franklinactually join the match himself?

It wasn't until all the MI6 team members walked up to him that hereacted and spoke as if waking from a dream, "Mr. Maskelyne, is asmall game worth your personal participation? It seems that MI6 has noone else available.”

"Are you afraid now that I'm on the court?" Franklin mercilesslysneered, "Otherwise why are you so afraid of me playing?"

The manager's face sank slightly, "Mr. Maskelyne misunderstood me.I'm just worried about Mr. Maskelyne getting hurt and blaming us atRitter Group for not respecting you."

"Cheap respect can never compare to winning with strength on thecourt.” Franklin's imposing manner was overwhelming as hedisdainfully glanced at both the manager and Club Ritter's players.Your Ritter Group is strong but my MI6 isn't bad either!

There were many fans of Club Ritter players present who wereshocked when they saw it was actually Franklin who came onto thecourt.

Especially some female fans who were also fans of Franklin usuallyscreamed louder than ever after seeing their favorite boss playbasketball at this moment.

They directly abandoned their original loyalty to their own Ritter Groupplayers and turned towards MI6 instead.

"Oh my god! The mysterious leader of MI6 is actually Franklin?!""Ahhhh! My heart is going to explode!"

"Go go go!"

Brayden's family-of-four sat in front row seats with Sylvia sitting lazily inher seat with a slight smile on her lips,"Mrs. Wright, I don't know howgood his basketball skills are but what I do know... is Franklin neverfights without confidence.”

Mrs. Wright remained calm after experiencing so much recently, "I trustin Franklin."

Both Brayden and Jenna had towels and water ready for Frankin; theyprepared them beforehand.

As soon as whistle sounded...

The game officially began. The players from Club Ritter had alreadyplanned to take out the scoring guard first. Franklin, the spoiled brat,was not a concern and was just there for show.

So the three of them went to intercept MI6's scoring guard.

Bang! A loud noise!

The guard was knocked down by them directly and fell heavily on thecourt.

Suddenly! The scene fell silent, everyone shocked by what they hadjust witnessed.

After a moment of hesitation, the commentator shouted, "MI6's guardhas been injured just three minutes into his debut! Referee! Was thisfoul play or reasonable interception?”

The referee immediately snapped back to reality and began analyzingthe situation seriously. "There was no foul play.”

The guard's arm was injured and blood flowed from it. Medicalpersonnel rushed over to help him off the court while play stoppedtemporarily.

"MI6 is an amateur team; I wonder if they have any substitute players?If not..." The commentator speculated on worst-case scenarios.

Just then, a tall figure in blue-and-white basketball attire stepped ontothe court.

The commentator couldn't believe his eyes. "Is that... Jasper?"

"No! Not only Jasper but Master Brayden as well!" The commentatorrubbed his eyes in disbelief. "Am I seeing things? Brayden is playing!"Not only did one player come off; two were replaced!

Three familiar men looked at each other with understanding!

Tension filled the basketball court!

Club Ritter's players were confused about what MI6 was doing?Bringing out Brayden? A rich boy who can't do anything?

And Jasper - rumored to be Howlett family scion - another rich boy...Isla and her friends watched nervously from their seats in audiencestands for MI6's team members

Vaughn hung his head with regret as he watched events unfold on-court while nursing an arm casted in plaster. "Those three despicableguys deliberately knocked our man down earlier! They meant for him toget hurt!"

"Calm down, Vaughn," Isla soothed him gently. “Trust Master Franklin...he'll pull through.”

Club Ritter's manager saw MI6's new players coming onto field andcouldn't resist bragging to Mrs. Ritter beside him. "Mrs. Ritter, all threeof them are heirs of wealthy families who don't know how to playbasketball at all. We've got this game won."

Mrs. Ritter crossed her arms. "I hope so. Tell them to beat Brayden to apulp for me."

"Mrs. Ritter, I already gave the order," replied the man.

"Good!" Mrs. Ritter's eyes gleamed with malice.

As she spoke, three players from the Ritter Group on the courtprepared to block Brayden once again.

But then something shocking happened!

Brayden dribbled past one of his opponents with a beautiful crossovermove and tried to evade the next defender by sidestepping him.

Jenna couldn't help but bite her lip as she watched from her anglewhere Brayden was surrounded by these people who clearly had illintentions towards him.

Just when everyone thought that Brayden would lose possession of theball...

He used a series of fake moves to deceive his opponents andsuccessfully moved forward with it until he stood beyond three-pointline!

Sylvia squinted her eyes in anticipation. "He's going for a three-pointer!"

She was quicker than even the commentator at predicting what wasabout to happen next based on Brayden's movements.

With an explosive jump shot, Brayden sent the ball flying towardsbasket!

Bang! The ball went through!

"A three-pointer!” exclaimed the commentator in disbelief. "Brayden hasbroken through their defense!"

The entire basketball court erupted into cheers and applause at thisincredible feat that they just witnessed firsthand.

Jenna couldn't contain herself any longer as she stood up and shouted,"Go go go!"

Brayden smiled reassuringly at Jenna before continuing his rundowncourt with renewed vigor after scoring those points.

And just then, the basketball found its way back into Franklin's hands,with Ritter Group's forward hot on his heels. They ran in parallel towardthe basket.

The scene once again reached a standstill, and what took everyone bysurprise was Franklin's incredible leap. His vertical jump wasastonishing!

He soared high above the ground!

Aloud thud!

The ball went in!

The commentator was shocked, "I've never seen a non-professionalplayer with such incredible leaping ability!"

Franklin remained focused, his deep black eyes locked onto the hoop.After the ball went in, he casually wiped the sweat from his face with hisjersey, revealing a set of perfect abs that sent nearby female fans into afrenzy of screams.

Yet he remained seemingly unfazed.

"So handsome!"

"Super handsome!”

Even those who didn't understand basketball could see that Franklinwas exceptional!

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. He just let so many women see it!

As the man turned and ran away, he gave Sylvia a meaningful smile. Itwas as if he had intentionally shown her his move of pulling up hisshirt...

Sylvia's face couldn't help but turn red.

Why did he have to show it in front of so many people? Couldn't shejust see it when they got home?

Club Ritter, which had been somewhat complacent before, wasshocked by Brayden and Franklin's connection on the field! Each onebecame serious!