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

East City District, Heavenly Serenity Estates.

No sooner had Elizabeth Aitken finished speaking than her father said coldly, “No trade.’

“Dad, trust me, it may not seem like a good deal now, but it will be in the future. I’m your daughter, would I deceive you?” Elizabeth became anxious, knowing that if her father didn’t agree to the trade, it would be very troublesome to push forward with it.

“My friend said she would take the loss and I would take the profit. It’s Ivy Thompson, the daughter of the wealthy Thompson family. She definitely won’t deceive me.” She knew it would be almost impossible to persuade her father based on her word alone, so she had to play the Thompson card.

Everyone in Sunnydale City, young and old, knew of the wealthy Thompson family.

However, this time, Aitken’s dad was determined not to give in. He scolded sharply, “What Thompson family? I think your friend is a fraud, perhaps in cahoots with the Howards.’

“Dad, she would never deceive me, she’s not that kind of person!”

“Fine, you say she’s not that kind of person. So, what does she do for a living? Did she tell you she’s Ivy Thompson? Or did you see her with anyone from the Thompson family?”

Elizabeth was suddenly speechless.

Aitken’s dad glanced at her and sighed softly, “l know she used to be your good friend, but you haven’t been in touch for years. How much do you know about her now?”

“Elizabeth, your father won’t hurt you. This is obviously a scam!”

Aitken’s father and Elizabeth’s argument took place with the front door wide open. Their neighbor saw the commotion and came over to see what was going on. After hearing Elizabeth’s father, they all tried to persuade her.

“Your dad is right, this world is full of pie-in-the-sky scams.” “You can’t even trust some relatives, let alone a classmate.’

“Your dad won’t hurt you.”

Neighbors chimed in to dissuade her, but Elizabeth’s face remained calm. “Elizabeth, you don’t like Aaron gambling, but now you’re gambling too.”

Aitken’s dad felt even more certain he was right with the neighbors’ support. He was living comfortably now, so why should he trade his house for the Howards’ rundown one?

As for the friend taking the loss and he taking the profit, he assumed the friend would disappear in the end, no matter the outcome.

This looked too much like a scam.

“You don’t know my friend, nor do you know me. I’ve never made high-risk decisions.” Elizabeth remained unfazed, looking at her father. “Yes, this is a gamble, but I’m betting just this once on my friend being right.”

It did look like a scam, but she believed Molly Walker.

She believed that Molly wasn’t that kind of person.

She returned to her room and slammed the door shut.

Aitken’s dad turned pale with fury, but as the house wasn’t in his name, he couldn’t do anything about it.

It seemed like all he could do was plead with the Howards.

This house must not be traded, no matter what.

The Gallagher family’s villa, in the living room.

The caregiver sat on the sofa, restless. She thought she had escaped Molly walker but was caught by a few bodyguards in the end.

Of course she was familiar with this place, she had been here last time.

Could it be that Mr. Gallagher wanted to see her?

The door opened, and a lithe woman approached her. The woman had waist-length hair and an appropriate smile on her face. Beside her was a man dressed in black, casually handsome, his eyes cold and arrogant. “Mi-Miss Walker.” The caregiver stood up, her face ghastly a-white.

At that moment, Michael Gallagher’s cell phone rang.

“I’ll step out for a moment.” He glanced indifferently at the caregiver, understanding Molly Walker’s intentions the instant he saw her.

He left quickly.

Alone with Molly Walker, the caregiver grew tense and stood up.

She had been disguising herself and moving from place to place to avoid Molly Walker. She had even considered leaving the city, but there were people here she cared for, and she didn’t want to leave just like that.

But here she was, found out.

“Miss Walker, don’t waste your efforts on me.”

The caregiver quickly calmed down, knowing that as long as she didn’t speak, Molly couldn’t do anything about her.

“l remember you once said you don’t dare to offend the Richardson family. What if the Thompson family were to support you now?” Molly directly got to the point.

She didn’t like to use family power to negotiate, but facing a caregiver and in order to solve the problem quickly, she pulled out the Thompson card.

“l know you’re Ivy Thompson now, and you have a higher status than Miss Richardson, but you got the wrong person. I’m not an opportunist.” The caregiver lightly tugged the corners of her mouth, not moved in the slightest.

Molly raised her eyebrows slightly.

Considering the truck driver incident, Isabelle Richardson didn’t seem like the kind of person who would leave a loose end. If she could silence someone, she definitely would.

Yet, this caregiver was still alive and fully devoted to protecting Isabelle Richardson.

If she wasn’t afraid of the Thompson family, then it wasn’t a matter of money.

If not money, it must be loyalty.

Molly grew curious about the caregiver’s relationship with Isabelle Richardson.

With a gentle smile, she said softly, “On the day my grandmother died, you told me that Isabelle Richardson killed her. But then you changed your story, not just because you were threatened, but for other reasons I don’t know about.’

The caregiver looked at her in amazement, then quickly lowered her head, devoid of any emotion in her voice, “Miss Walker, you’re mistaken. As I’ve said before, I was wrong at first. I don’t want to wrongly accuse a good person.”

Glancing around, a trace of unease appeared in her eyes, “Miss Walker, if you invited me here today just for this matter, you’ve got your answer. I have things to do, may I leave now?”

Molly said nothing, while the caregiver’s eyes flashed a hint of ruthlessness, “Miss Walker, you aren’t planning to imprison me here, are you? That would be a criminal offense. You’ve just been recognized by the Thompson family, you wouldn’t want a criminal record.”

The caregiver was sharp-tongued, showing a side of her completely different from how subservient she had been.

The first time, she had told Molly that Isabelle Richardson was the murderer without fearing any retribution.

The second time, she told Molly that she was threatened by the Richardson family and couldn’t afford to offend Isabelle.

The third time, even though Molly’s identity and means no longer posed a threat, she still refused to change her story.

Molly knew that she wouldn’t get any useful information out of the caregiver about this.

“You know Isabelle Richardson recently went to the Public Security Bureau, right?”

The caregiver tensed, her face filled with a mixture of embarrassment and unease.

Molly smiled, her gaze falling on the small pond filled with fish, her red lips slightly parted, “She was released again.”

“The evidence is missing, and pity those who worked for her, meeting their end in the afterlife, without leaving anything behind.”

The caregiver bit her lower lip, keeping her eyes down, hiding her thoughts from everyone..