Isla reached out and hugged the man’s strong waist. “Thank you.”
She rested her small face on his shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.
Hopefully… the future would be promising, and life would be peaceful.
After a day of turmoil, Sylvia and Franklin boarded a plane back to H Rovirsa that evening.
Jax followed behind them, pushing their luggage.
Unexpectedly, the flight was delayed due to weather conditions.
“I never thought it would rain so heavily in Urgford during spring,” Sylvia remarked as she looked at the pouring rain from the airport lounge.
“The flight is delayed, and we don’t know when it will take off. If it doesn’t work out, we can change our tickets,” Franklin said, holding her hand with a hint of affection in his eyes. “Shall we leave tomorrow instead?”
“We’re not in a hurry, so there’s no need to rush,” Sylvia nodded. “Alright, let’s go back to the villa.”
“Or… shall we visit MI6?” Franklin suggested with a smile. “It’s been a while since we visited MI6. They recently developed new robots. Would you like to see them?”
“New robots?” Sylvia raised an eyebrow with interest. “That sounds good. Let’s go.”
So, the three of them left the airport, and Jax rescheduled their flight tickets for the next day while they were in the taxi.
They could clearly hear the sound of rain hitting the windows as they sat in the taxi.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such heavy rain!” The taxi driver was quite talkative. “In previous years, the spring in Urgford was so dusty that you couldn’t open your eyes. But this year, it’s raining so much.”
“It feels unusual,” Jax, a cheerful young man, immediately responded to the driver’s comment.
The two chatted all the way until they arrived at the entrance of MI6 an hour later.
Vaughn and another colleague had already received the news that Sylvia and Franklin were returning and were waiting at the gate with umbrellas. When they saw them get out of the car, Vaughn and his colleague quickly ran over with umbrellas.
“Master Franklin, Miss Andrews!”
Vaughn hadn’t seen them for a long time and greeted them excitedly.
“Let’s go inside quickly; it’s raining too heavily here,” Franklin patted Vaughn’s shoulder. “We’ll talk inside.”
The group hurried into the main office building of MI6, where their colleagues were already waiting.
They all saluted Franklin and Sylvia in unison.
“Master Franklin, Miss Andrews!”
“Everyone, please sit,” Franklin gestured for everyone to be at ease. The rain outside was too heavy, and his shoulder got wet. He took the tissue Vaughn handed him and wiped it off.
He had been busy holding an umbrella for Sylvia, and being tall, he couldn’t avoid getting wet.
Sylvia, however, was completely dry.
Her eyes sparkled as she stood on tiptoe to take the tissue from his hand and carefully wiped him off.
Her expression was gentle, and her movements were tender.
Franklin felt a pang in his heart, a surge of emotion welling up inside him.
His heart felt so soft it could melt into a puddle.
They had just entered and were already feeding everyone dog food.
Everyone: “We’re all single here; please be considerate!”
Soon, Vaughn and his team showed Franklin and Sylvia the latest robots, including those that could automatically find books in libraries, deliver food and clean in restaurants, or guide people at airports and train stations. Several types could significantly improve people’s quality of life and reduce labor costs.
“Can this robot have more functions?” Sylvia pointed to a logistics center robot. “It can move packages, but it should also sort or distribute packages. I know there’s a logistics system, but if this robot could work with the logistics system, it could be very effective.”
Vaughn’s eyes lit up at her words. “Miss Andrews has given us a great idea. This robot is still in its draft stage. Our team will discuss it further.”
“I don’t know much about robots; I was just making a suggestion,” Sylvia said modestly.
“You’re too humble; you’ve given us a valuable reminder,” Vaughn laughed and joked. “I didn’t expect Miss Andrews, who has so many talents, to have something she doesn’t know.”
Franklin flicked Vaughn’s forehead lightly. “Stop joking.”
He was very protective of his wife.
Vaughn grinned mischievously. “Just kidding.”
The working atmosphere at MI6 was quite good; Vaughn and his team worked well together.
Everyone had attended Isla’s wedding, and during dinner at MI6’s cafeteria, someone couldn’t help but bring up the topic again.
“Isla’s story is heartbreaking.”
“Who wouldn’t agree? It’s disgusting.”
“I heard she’s pregnant. I hope it didn’t affect her baby.”
Sylvia and Franklin exchanged glances as they listened to the murmurs around them.
“I heard these robots from MI6 are going to compete?” Sylvia changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on Isla’s drama. Such things needed time to fade away rather than being constantly brought up.
As soon as she spoke, everyone started talking about it enthusiastically.
“They’re entering an international robotics competition. We don’t know if we’ll win,” Vaughn said self-deprecatingly. “We’ve always gotten bronze medals, never silver or gold.”
“Winning bronze is already impressive with so many countries participating,” Sylvia said encouragingly. “Bronze is still recognition of your skills.”
She then looked at Franklin. “Shall we go to the competition site to cheer them on?”
“Of course,” Franklin chuckled softly and handed her a peeled shrimp. “Anything you want.”
“The competition is early next month. I can send you tickets to the event,” Vaughn said with a smile. “Everyone, let’s do our best! Miss Andrews and Master Franklin will be there!”
“If we win an award this time, Franklin and I will treat you all to chicken legs,” Sylvia said with a laugh. “Big chicken legs.”
That night, Franklin and Sylvia decided not to return to the villa but stayed at MI6 instead.
After a whole day of rain, it finally stopped, leaving a faint earthy scent in the air.
With nothing else to do after dinner, the couple took a walk in the courtyard.
Sylvia couldn’t help but recall the conflicts she had with Isla during her stay here and Ramiro Cantrell’s selection process for a successor.
“Time flies so fast.”
Franklin gently touched her head. “Yes, we’ve been together for so many years without realizing it.”
“The moon is out,” Sylvia said as she looked up at the bright moonlight in the night sky.
“It seems tomorrow will be sunny,” Franklin chuckled softly. “It’s late; let’s go back to rest.”
His warm hand held her small one as they walked back together.
The night was deep, and the entire courtyard was immersed in silence.
Franklin and Sylvia also rested after an intense moment of intimacy and soon fell asleep.
No one knew that a shadowy figure quietly sneaked into the courtyard and tiptoed towards the robot data room.
Dressed in black nightwear, he cautiously surveyed his surroundings before taking out a thin wire and inserting it into the lock. The rustling sound was particularly clear in the dark night.
With a click, the door opened.
The intruder quietly stepped into the room and made his way towards the computer. The room was pitch black; he could barely see anything except for the faint moonlight coming through the window.
Finally, he reached the computer and pressed the power button.
But… he found that the power was off; he couldn’t turn on the computer.
“Damn it!” he cursed under his breath as he fumbled for the power switch but couldn’t find it after searching for a while.
He had no choice but to take out his phone and use its flashlight feature.
He finally found the power strip, but when he tried to turn on the power switch, he discovered it was also off.
The room’s circuit breaker must have been turned off.
It seemed he needed to find MI6’s electrical room to turn on this room’s circuit breaker to power up the computer. But finding the electrical room wasn’t easy… there were so many rooms here.
If all else failed… he might as well take the computer with him.
Thinking this, he silently praised himself for being smart. He quickly dismantled the computer and carried it out of the room.
The next morning,
Vaughn yawned as he walked into the cafeteria and heard his colleagues discussing. “Another idiot stole one of our discarded computers.”
Vaughn wasn’t surprised. “These idiots are crazy; they’ve stolen so many of our discarded computers.”
“It looks like we’ll have to buy another batch of junk computers from the scrap market,” a colleague shook his head helplessly. “Why are they so stupid? Trying to steal our design plans like this?”
“There are many people who want our designs; everyone needs to be vigilant against theft until the competition is over!” Vaughn said with a smile as he sipped his milk.
At that moment, Franklin and Sylvia walked in together.
Sylvia raised an eyebrow. “There are thieves?”
“MI6’s designs have always stood out, and this year we might have a chance at winning,” Franklin said with a sharp look in his deep eyes. “So our anti-theft measures need to be top-notch too. Too many people are eyeing us.”
“Master Franklin, Miss Andrews,” Vaughn greeted them. “Are you leaving today? Won’t you stay a few more days?”
Sylvia shook her head. “We have some matters to attend to in Aettosa, so we’ll see you next month.”
She and Franklin needed to return for their godson’s recognition banquet.