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

When they arrived at the store entrance, Molly Walker quickly walked inside.

The waiter glanced at her, noticing her plain clothes with no brand labels, and assumed she was just here for window-shopping.

No one came to serve her.

Molly didn’t mind and quickly walked over to the dress section. As she was about to grab a dress, a waiter stopped her: “Hey, Miss, this dress is seventy-five thousand dollars, no discount.”

Molly’s hand hesitated and picked up another one, only to be stopped loudly by the waiter again: “This one is even more expensive, one hundred fifty thousand dollars!”

Molly put her hands down and casually pointed at a dress, “Then you take it, I want this one.’

The waiter didn’t move, as if she hadn’t heard Molly’s words at all.

Molly didn’t get angry. She used to order dresses at this store often. Most of the dresses were designed by the owner, who had voluntarily made custom dresses for her many times. It was normal for the store staff not to recognize her.

But she was in a hurry and didn’t have the patience to explain all this. Seeing that the waiter didn’t move, she simply grabbed a dress herself.

The waiter didn’t expect her to do this.

“Miss, if you damage our clothes, you’ll have to pay the original price,” she reminded her rudely.

Just when Molly was about to fight back, another voice cut in.

“This dress is nice.” Isabelle Richardson, as if not seeing Molly, said to the waiter next to her, “I’ll take the one in her hands.’

“Alright, Miss Richardson.” The waiter grinned and snatched the dress from Molly’s hands.

Isabelle looked at it, touched the fabric, and hinted with a purpose: “I’ll take this dress, perfect for toasting at my wedding. Bundle it along with the just now tried wedding dress.”

“Alright, Miss Richardson!” The waiter was all smiles, ignoring Molly and quickly packing up the dress.

Molly scoffed, picked up another dress, and was snatched away by Isabelle in the same way again.

“Miss Richardson’s habit of stealing other people’s things hasn’t changed at all.” Molly’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Buying these things with your current income level just means starving yourself. I’m doing you a favor.” Isabelle told the waiter, “Wrap these up too.”

“Alright, alright.”

“Excuse me, Miss.” The waiter was annoyed and pushed Molly hard.

Molly stumbled and was tripped by Isabelle, but just as she was about to fall, a hand tried to catch her but was tripped, too.

The “cushion” beneath her was soft and elastic. Molly moved her hand and felt a solid pectoral muscle.

“Haven’t you touched enough?” Michael Gallagher’s cold voice sounded.

Molly’s whole body stiffened, and when she looked up, her eyes met the deep gaze of the man.

Followed by her heart racing.

A scream interrupted her thoughts.

It was the waiter’s voice.

The waiter immediately pulled Molly away and dragged her to the side, while secretly observing Miss Richardson’s expression.

Miss Richardson was a VIP, and they couldn’t let this pauper anger her.

“Security, throw this woman out!” The waiter angrily shouted at the security.

Security immediately came and dragged Molly out.

Molly struggled: “Let go, I’ll walk by myself.”

Seeing her like this, Isabelle laughed, giving the waiter an appreciative look.

The two security guards were strong, gripping her tightly.

At that moment, Michael Gallagher’s voice sounded: “Let her go.”

The security guards looked at each other, and the waiter hurriedly explained: “Mr. Gallagher, she’s been touching the clothes in the store without buying anything, and she was fighting with Miss Richardson over dresses.”

Michael glanced at Isabelle, who lowered her head in grievance, “l didn’t expect I’d like the ones she’d pick. It’s such a coincidence; Miss Walker didn’t do it on purpose, right?”

“She did it on purpose!” The waiter raised his voice and sarcastically said, “I’ve seen too many people like her, relying on their good looks to hang out in luxury stores, waiting to hook up with rich men. They don’t want to work hard and want to make it big by relying on men. Miss Richardson, you are too

kind…

Molly wanted to applaud on the spot, watching these two making up false stories.

This double act was breathtaking.

“Isabelle Richardson, your ability to lie with your eyes wide open has gotten better each time.’

If it weren’t for attending the Thompson family dinner, she would have filed a complaint right on the spot, but now Nicholas Thompson was still waiting in the car for her.

The most important thing now was to buy the dress as soon as possible.

She casually pointed at a dress and said to the waiter, “Wrap this one up, I’ll pay for it.”

The waiter looked at the dress. It was the most expensive dress in the store, and sarcastically reminded her, “Miss, this dress is limited edition, costing four thousand five hundred dollars. Are you sure you want to buy it?” “Four thousand five hundred dollars, huh…” Molly drew out her voice.

The waiter laughed scoffingly.

As expected, ordinary people would be scared off by this price.

Beggars will always be beggars.

“If you can’t afford it, don’t pretend to be a big shot.” The waiter raised his chin and sneered disdainfully.

“l thought it was more expensive!” Molly curled her lips, smiling charmingly: “With your arrogant tone, I thought this dress wasn’t four thousand five hundred dollars, but millions of dollars.’

The waiter frowned, “You can’t afford four thousand five hundred dollars, let alone millions of dollars.’

“Really?”

Molly sneered and pulled out a card from her bag.

Seeing this Gold Card, the waiter’s expression froze. She thought she had seen it wrong.

This was the card awarded to their WIP customers, and they needed to spend over fifty million dollars in their store to obtain it.

“Is that enough?” Molly’s distinct fingers clutching the card, shook it in front of her face.

Seeing this card, Isabelle’s face changed.

Molly was now penniless, not to mention four thousand five hundred dollars, even if it was seventy-five thousand dollars, it was mostly Michael’s money.

Michael had already divorced her, and she still wanted to spend his money, shameless!

“Sorry, I booked this dress before you came.” She walked up to Michael’s side in small steps and hooked his arm, “Brother Michael, I really like this skirt, 1 even thought about wearing it at the engagement banquet.”

Molly sneered, taking a good look at Michael.

He was wearing a dark blue suit, accentuating his inverted triangle figure even more upright. He always wore casual clothes, but this suit elevated his temperament and attractiveness.

He was already handsome, and this suit added a mature taste. The other people in the store were all sneakily peeking at him from time to time.

Indeed, good things were happening, even coming to accompany Isabelle as she tried on wedding dresses.

He couldn’t wait.

She calmly looked at Isabelle, “l buy something, and you buy the same thing too. Are you planning to buy all the dresses in this store?”

“What are you still hesitating for?” She told the waiter, “Hurry up and pack up all the dresses in your store; Miss Richardson wants them all..”