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

Daniel Thompson is coming over?

Molly Walker frowned in silence.

Ever since the fallout with Daniel Thompson last time, he had seldom appeared in her life.

“I’ll reject him if you don’t want him here. I don’t like him either, so it’s better to prevent him from coming and ruining our chat.” Joshua Thompson’s tone was quite dismissive, making no attempt to hide his disdain.

If it weren’t for his brother asking him to make the call, he wouldn’t even want to mention Daniel Thompson’s name.

What’s the point of having someone like him around? To spoil the mood?

“Is he the only one coming?”

“Who else do you want to come?” Joshua Thompson thought of Daniel’s favoritism and his tone turned cold. “Get some rest, I’ll stop him from coming tomorrow…”

“No need.” Molly squinted her eyes with a hint of a smile. “Let him come, and it would be best if he brings Gillian Thompson along.”

“What do you want her here for?” Joshua Thompson joked. “Is there going to be another great show tomorrow?”

He knew Molly had no affection for Daniel Thompson, but as for Gillian Thompson, it was pure contempt.

Inviting someone she detests to her door, there must be some “good deeds” considering Molly’s character.

Molly thought about Bailey Gallagher’s words, and her lips curled up. “There will be a show alright, just wondering if Daniel Thompson can withstand it.”

Mom’s cell phone was repaired by No. 4 and would be delivered tomorrow morning.

If Daniel Thompson knew that his carefully protected daughter was the culprit behind his wife’s predicament, what would he choose?

When she thought of the gentle, dazed woman who had finally regained consciousness only to fall back into a coma, Molly’s hands clenched, and a murderous look appeared in her eyes.

If Gillian Thompson harbored no ill intentions and simply acted like the spoiled heiress, Molly wouldn’t mind giving up shares to her as she had accompanied the Thompson family for so many years, serving and suffering alike, and it could be seen as returning the favor for all the filial piety she’s shown over the years.

But if Gillian Thompson had ulterior motives, she shouldn’t blame Molly for showing no mercy when she tried to harm the Thompson family in collaboration with Isabelle Richardson.

Upon hearing Molly’s words, Joshua Thompson’s lips curled up slightly. It won’t be a small matter if it involves something Daniel Thompson can or cannot bear.

He hung up the phone and turned to Damian Thompson, “Fourth Sister wants

Gillian to come over. Do you think Gillian will come?”

“If she knows it’s a trap, she definitely wouldn’t go,” Damian Thompson’s handsome eyebrows raised, a meaningful smile on his face. “We just need to make sure she doesn’t know it’s a trap.”

He was curious about what sort of show Molly would have them watch.

Outside Rosewood Community in Sunnydale, Michael Gallagher’s car had just pulled out when it was stopped by another Porsche.

The Porsche’s car window rolled down, revealing Jeremy Norman’s face, which showed no hint of emotion.

“Mr. Gallagher, you having a good night? Got kicked out?” Jeremy Norman’s words were dripping with sarcasm.

Michael Gallagher pursed his lips without replying, his face terrible to behold.

Jeremy Norman chuckled but didn’t utter any more biting remarks.

He had actually been waiting outside the door for a while, but due to great sound insulation, he couldn’t hear anything. However, judging by the timing, Michael Gallagher hadn’t left much later than he had.

As expected of the woman he liked, there was no unnecessary flirting with someone she shouldn’t be flirting with.

“Molly is really principled. I love a woman with principles.”

With Molly not around, Jeremy Norman no longer bothered to hide his feelings.

He held a cigarette in the corner of his lips, squinted, looking extremely aggressive – a total contrast to the person he was in front of Molly.

“You put on a sensitive and gentle facade in front of her, but change instantly when she’s not there. Your acting skills have really improved over the years.”

Michael Gallagher sneered, fully aware of the calculating man in front of him. He had been tricked by Jeremy Norman in a college competition before.

Jeremy Norman played with the cigarette between his fingers, exhaling a ring of smoke with a dreamy expression in his eyes. “Of course, when dealing with women, one must be gentle. Not like you, an ice block who could freeze any passionate woman into ice sludge.”

He crushed the cigarette, the corner of his lips curling slightly. “By the way, Mr. Gallagher, Molly really dislikes you right now. I advise you not to make things worse for yourself, or else you’ll end up on her blacklist.”

“It’s not enough for a man to have strength alone, he must also have self-awareness.’

His beautiful lips slightly parted as he rolled up the car window, giving a warning before leaving.

Michael Gallagher’s lips were slightly pursed, and his hands tightened on the steering wheel as he drove slowly.

Jeremy Norman’s words didn’t reveal that he was the father of Molly Walker’s child.

So who was the father of the child in her belly?

Thinking of his mother’s advice, an idea suddenly popped up in Michael Gallagher’s mind.

Could the baby be his?

Recalling Molly Walker’s distant attitude, Michael Gallagher squinted his eyes, and a trace of restlessness mysteriously surfaced in his heart.

Half an hour later, in a famous bar in Sunnydale, the lights were dim, and the surroundings were chaotic.

Jake Leaford saw how distracted Michael Gallagher was, but pretended not to notice, sipping his wine in small gulps.

He knew that the big shot was not in a good mood today.

His ex-wife had kicked him out of the house.

“Michael, this wine is not bad. Have a drink.” He passed Michael a glass of wine.

Michael Gallagher’s brow slowly relaxed, and looking at Jake Leaford, he said, “I suspect she’s pregnant with my child.”

Jake Leaford’s wine splashed everywhere with a “plop” sound.

“F*ck, man! You can’t joke about that! Didn’t you say you never had sex with her?” Jake Leaford’s face changed dramatically, “Michael Gallagher, I treat you as a brother, you can’t screw me like this!”

He had bet with Elizabeth Aitken that if the child in Molly Walker’s belly was Michael Gallagher’s, what would he have to do?

Oh, kneel down and call her father.

Call Elizabeth Aitken, Dad!

Damn!

Jake Leaford’s face turned pale and green, but seeing Michael Gallagher’s face unchanged, he took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

If the child in Molly Walker’s belly really was Michael’s, then his reputation would be ruined for a lifetime. “When did you two start?”

“One month ago.”

Michael Gallagher: ‘

“Is calling Elizabeth Aitken ‘Dad’ that unbearable for you?” Michael Gallagher glanced at him, “I’m just guessing; it’s not necessarily correct.”

When she proposed the divorce, she explicitly told him that she had someone else she loved. In addition, she said herself that the child was two months old, indicating that she had a relationship with someone else before.

The idea that Michael Gallagher had just ignited was instantly extinguished.

Hearing that it was just a guess, Jake Leaford breathed a sigh of relief, went back to his seat after several laps of pacing: “The first time you and her, did her actions feel familiar? Was she a virgin?”

If she was a virgin, then according to the timeline… he couldn’t avoid calling Elizabeth Aitken “Dad”. Damn, he should’ve never made that bet with Elizabeth Aitken!

Seeing how blunt he was, Michael Gallagher frowned and coldly said, “There’s no need to tell you about this kind of thing.”

Was she skilled?

Skilled, and even quite proactive!

As for whether it was her first time… at that time, he was only left with anger and had no time to observe anything else.

“You won’t tell me?” Jake Leaford clicked his tongue, “What about my bet? It was you who told me that you didn’t have sex with her…”

As he met Michael Gallagher’s icy and cold face, Jake Leaford’s words were stuck in his throat.

Forget it. Compared with Michael’s current situation, calling her father was a small matter.

“So what are you planning to do now? Remarry her?”