After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 776 The reporters began to whisper amongst themselves.

"MI6 is very secretive and never appears in public. Could it be that they won'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 and fans 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 with their cameras.

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

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

Comments and likes were unprecedentedly high.

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

With only five minutes left until the start of the game, MI6 still hadn't arrived yet. Everyone was becoming increasingly impatient.

"Hey manager! Are they not coming? If they don't come, we'll go back to training!" "Yeah, why don't we just continue practicing?" Two players had already yawned and were ready to leave the court when suddenly a cold voice rang out, "There are still three minutes until the start of the game. We are not late.” All eyes turned towards where Franklin stood at the entrance wearing his blue-and-white uniform as he strode confidently towards them with his team members behind him.

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

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

His handsome face betrayed no emotion but one could sense that he possessed 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 Franklin and his team behind him.

The manager of Club Ritter couldn't help but tremble a little. Franklin actually join the match himself? It wasn't until all the MI6 team members walked up to him that he reacted and spoke as if waking from a dream, "Mr. Maskelyne, is a small game worth your personal participation? It seems that MI6 has no one else available.” "Are you afraid now that I'm on the court?" Franklin mercilessly sneered, "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 at Ritter Group for not respecting you." "Cheap respect can never compare to winning with strength on the court.” Franklin's imposing manner was overwhelming as he disdainfully 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 were shocked when they saw it was actually Franklin who came onto the court.

Especially some female fans who were also fans of Franklin usually screamed louder than ever after seeing their favorite boss play basketball at this moment.

They directly abandoned their original loyalty to their own Ritter Group players 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 in her seat with a slight smile on her lips,"Mrs. Wright, | don't know how good his basketball skills are but what | do know... is Franklin never fights without confidence." Mrs. Wright remained calm after experiencing so much recently, "I trust in Franklin." Both Brayden and Jenna had towels and water ready for Frankin; they prepared them beforehand.

As soon as whistle sounded...

The game officially began. The players from Club Ritter had already planned 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 the court.

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

After a moment of hesitation, the commentator shouted, "MI6's guard has been injured just three minutes into his debut! Referee! Was this foul play or reasonable interception?" The referee immediately snapped back to reality and began analyzing the situation seriously. "There was no foul play." The guard's arm was injured and blood flowed from it. Medical personnel rushed over to help him off the court while play stopped temporarily.

"MI6 is an amateur team; | 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 onto the court.

The commentator couldn't believe his eyes. "Is that... Jasper?" "No! Not only Jasper but Master Brayden as well!" The commentator rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "Am | 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 audience stands 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 despicable guys deliberately knocked our man down earlier! They meant for him to get 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 and couldn't resist bragging to Mrs. Ritter beside him. "Mrs.

Ritter, all three of them are heirs of wealthy families who don’t know how to play basketball at all. We've got this game won." Mrs. Ritter crossed her arms. "I hope so. Tell them to beat Brayden to a pulp for me." "Mrs. Ritter, | 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 court prepared to block Brayden once again.

But then something shocking happened! Brayden dribbled past one of his opponents with a beautiful crossover move and tried to evade the next defender by sidestepping him.

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

Just when everyone thought that Brayden would lose possession of the ball...

He used a series of fake moves to deceive his opponents and successfully moved forward with it until he stood beyond three- point line! Sylvia squinted her eyes in anticipation. "He's going for a three-pointer!" She was quicker than even the commentator at predicting what was about to happen next based on Brayden's movements.

With an explosive jump shot, Brayden sent the ball flying towards basket! Bang! The ball went through! "A three-pointer!" exclaimed the commentator in disbelief. "Brayden has broken through their defense!" The entire basketball court erupted into cheers and applause at this incredible 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 run downcourt 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 toward the basket.

The scene once again reached a standstill, and what took everyone by surprise was Franklin's incredible leap. His vertical jump was astonishing! He soared high above the ground! Aloud thud! The ball went in! The commentator was shocked, "I've never seen a non-professional player 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 his jersey, revealing a set of perfect abs that sent nearby female fans into a frenzy of screams.

Yet he remained seemingly unfazed.

"So handsome!" "Super handsome!" Even those who didn't understand basketball could see that Franklin was 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. It was as if he had intentionally shown her his move of pulling up his shirt...

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

Why did he have to show it in front of so many people? Couldn't she just see it when they got home? Club Ritter, which had been somewhat complacent before, was shocked by Brayden and Franklin's connection on the field! Each one became serious!