The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

These people were anxiously rushing around, and a few even started crying.

Seeing Molly standing there, they hurriedly approached and asked: “Miss, have you seen a woman in a red dress, around fifty years old?”

The one asking was a young woman, her eyes reddened, and there was a slight tremble in her shoulders. It was unclear if it was out of worry or fear.

Molly shook her head.

The young woman cried and continued her search elsewhere.

She remembered reading gossip news that Mrs. Thompson had some mental issues since her daughter went missing, and needed many people to take care and guard her. She never thought that such dramatic gossip news could be true.

Mrs. Thompson was quite pitiful.

There’s no greater sorrow in the world than losing a child. It was said that Mrs. Thompson loved her daughter dearly and insisted on having a daughter, having given birth to three boys first before finally having her. However, before she could enjoy her family life, her child was gone.

Thinking of this, Molly’s heart felt heavy.

Hopefully, nothing would happen to Mrs. Thompson, who was so attached to her daughter.

In the hospital, Michael Gallagher slowly woke up.

Isabelle Richardson, who had been by his side, choked up upon seeing him wake: “Michael, you’re awake!” Michael immediately asked: “How is she?”

“Who?” Isabelle hadn’t caught on.

“Molly.”

Isabelle pretended to suddenly realize and quickly said: “She’s fine. She insisted on being discharged from the hospital. It seems she’s going to the Thompson family to meet the parents.”

Upon hearing “meet the parents,” Michael’s lips tightened.

Isabelle observed his expression carefully.

Her close friend had told her that Molly was attending the Thompson family banquet.

She added fuel to the fire.

“Michael, if she insists on being with Joshua Thompson, we should bless her.”

Bless…

Michael sneered, his strong jawline revealing anger.

He could bless her, but not with her and Joshua Thompson being together.

Seeing him angry, Isabelle quickly held his hand affectionately, “Aunt said she wanted to see us married soon. The dates at the beginning of next month are fine. Michael, will you marry me?”

Isabelle felt both apprehensive and expectant.

Michael had promised to take good care of her, and now he’s divorced, Lana also agreed. Everything was perfect for marriage.

However, under her expectant gaze, Michael silently pulled his hand away. Michael looked at her steadily, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through her heart.

“Michael,” Isabelle gripped her clothes nervously: “Don’t you want Aunt to be happy? She really wants to see us get married.”

“Does she want you to marry Michael Gallagher or Xavier Gallagher?” Isabelle froze, her face turned from pale to red, then darkened.

“At our wedding, will everyone call me Michael or Xavier? You’re not afraid of anything going wrong at the wedding?”

A deep voice came from the man’s throat, playful in tone, but with a hint of sarcasm.

Isabelle had already thought about this, she smiled sweetly, “We don’t need a big wedding, just a few close friends. If everything is well arranged, Aunt won’t notice these things.”

Michael’s eyes darkened, the deep voice filled with mockery: “Mom treats me as my brother, do you want me to be him too?”

“No, Michael, I…” Isabelle quickly stood up, “You know, I’ve been in love with you all these years. How could I take you for Xavier?”

“Let’s put this matter aside for now.” Michael’s eyes drooped, glancing at the time displayed on the cell phone, subconsciously getting off the bed.

“Michael, don’t get up. The doctor said you still need to rest.” Isabelle hastily tried to stop him, her large, teary eyes filled with pity.

Michael Gallagher pursed his lips, his gaze falling on his leg, and couldn’t help but think of the scene when Molly Walker had rushed into the flames to rescue him.

Her words back then must have been said just to provoke him.

Touching the spot where she had made contact, a warm current welled up in his heart.

Seeing him struggle to get up, Isabelle’s tears finally fell, large pearls that slid down her cheeks.

She cried as she hugged Michael: “Are you going to find her now?”

“Michael, she’s not even considering her own health to go see Joshua

Thompson. Can’t you just stand idly by?”

Stand idly by…

His back tensed up, and his fingers clenched into fists.

He could let her go, even wish her well, but he couldn’t just watch her walk into a fire.

From the moment Molly had rushed into the blaze to save him, he had already been unable to stand idly by.

Molly followed Joshua Thompson as he led her into the estate villa.

This time, she was not Miss Gallagher, just Molly Walker.

“I will introduce you to my family later.”

Family…

That word sounded a bit strange.

She didn’t think much of it and simply handed him the bag in her hand: “This is the birthday gift for your uncle.”

Joshua picked up the bag and peered inside, but it was wrapped tightly, and he couldn’t see what it was.

With a teasing smile, he said: “I’ll go call them so you can give it to him later.”

After saying that, he ran off, his footsteps light and seemingly eager.

It was she who became nervous while waiting.

The Thompson family was the richest in the city with assets that ranked nationally.

She hadn’t expected Joshua to be so enthusiastic about introducing her to his family.

Who was she? She was just a small-time designer. How could she presume to meet his elders?

The more she thought about it, the more inappropriate it seemed, so Molly got up to chase Joshua down, only to bump into someone.

“Ouch!”

The newcomer was wearing a purple maxi dress and hadn’t seen Molly because she was walking too quickly.

Wine splashed, and the girl in the purple dress appraised Molly for a few moments. She was someone she’d never seen before.

She was a frequent attendee at various banquets, and she had seen all kinds of ladies and misses before; there were very few she didn’t know.

Seeing that Molly was beautiful but unfamiliar, she immediately judged that her background couldn’t be significant and might even be a small-time internet celebrity who had sneaked in.

“Miss, you ruined my dress!” She pointed at her waist without any hesitance, her voice shrill. “Remember to pay me after the banquet. It’s only a high-end model, about three hundred thousand.”

Molly glanced at the dress, finding it familiar. She had one exactly the same, but it wasn’t a high-end model. It was just a regular model from a certain brand that cost twenty thousand when it was new. Three hundred thousand was a sky-high asking price.

Moreover, it was clearly the girl who had bumped into her.

Molly smiled beautifully, a sight to behold.

“Miss, if I remember correctly, you were the one who bumped into me, right?”

“I bumped into you? Are you blind?” The girl in the purple dress suddenly flew into a rage, splashing the remaining wine in her glass onto Molly’s clothes. “If you can’t afford it, then enjoy this glass of red wine with me.”

Molly’s waist was tightly wrapped in a red dress, the curves were seductive.

Red wine splashed on her, like a dark flower blooming at her waist..