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

Elizabeth Aitken held Molly Walker’s hand, whispering, “Thank you. If it weren’t for you today, I don’t know what would have happened.

She knew that Molly Walker wanted her to attend the banquet to divert her attention.

“Don’t worry, I’m not that fragile,” Elizabeth Aitken smiled, “Thank you for teaching Aaron Howard a lesson. That was satisfying.”

“As long as you feel vindicated. He’ll probably be a trending topic soon. I’ve already reserved a spot for him in the top three. The one thing I don’t lack now is money. Over this short while, I’ve already contacted the media and purchased the slots. Now all we have to do is wait for the news to break.”

Molly Walker, guiding Elizabeth Aitken outwards, proposed, “You can come to my place. You’ll need a beautiful dress for tonight’s banquet. I have plenty, you can choose as you like.”

After a while, Elizabeth Aitken arrived at the Thompson family’s estate with her.

At first, Elizabeth Aitken was a little reserved, but thinking that she couldn’t embarrass Molly Walker, she straightened her back and walked in with her.

At the Richardson family’s villa, Emma Smith was standing in an exquisitely tailored dress next to Jake Smith, who was impeccably dressed in a suit. Her noble presence was demonstrated, making everyone who came to the Richardson family’s house take a few more glances at her.

While today was her and Jake’s engagement party, half of the people attended out of sincerity, and the other half for the drama.

Even though she was just an illegitimate daughter from the countryside, at this moment, she was like the face of the Richardson family, whereas Isabelle Richardson, the once favored daughter of the house, was nowhere to be seen.

“Miss Emma Smith, you look so beautiful today!”

“Indeed, Second Miss Richardson, I didn’t expect you to have such a good figure and presence. You’re even better than the previous Miss Richardson.”

Facing these praises, Emma Smith simply smiled and thanked them, humble and composed, there was no etiquette mistake to pick on.

Shockingly, this country-bred illegitimate daughter had better manners and education than the former Miss Isabelle.

Once they thought about today’s groom being Jake Smith, they couldn’t help but feel a bit more sympathetic towards Emma Smith. The former relationship between Isabelle and Jake had caused a stir, and unexpectedly Emma was the one who ended up picking up the mess.

“Congratulations to my younger sister on her imminent marriage,” an irritating voice rang out, instantly silencing the crowd.

Isabelle Richardson was holding onto a masked man. She wore a black, slinky dress and a pure white mink shawl draped over her shoulders. Her ordinarily innocent face was now adorned with heavy oriental style makeup, both pure and sensuous.

She walked in ten-centimeter high stiletto heels with determined steps, quickly arriving in front of Emma Smith.

“Sister,” a trace of surprise emerged on Emma Smith’s face, “Father said you wouldn’t be attending, he didn’t even reserve a seat for you. I knew you would come, and here you are indeed.”

Upon hearing that no seat was reserved for her, Isabelle’s face alternated between ashen and pale.

Emma Smith’s words clearly informed the others that Isabelle had been abandoned by Samuel Richardson!

Such a bitch!

Isabelle took a deep breath, smiling, “Don’t spout nonsense, sis. How could I not be here on such a great day?”

After finishing her words, she took a glance at Jake Smith, her smile imbued with profound meaning.

Jake Smith felt uncomfortable under her gaze.

“Big sister, please come inside and sit,” Jake Smith tried to smile.

Jake, who was older than her, was still calling her big sister, which made Isabelle feel like she suddenly aged a few years. However, now that he was marrying Emma Smith, calling her big sister wasn’t a problem in terms of etiquette.

Isabelle felt thwarted, the resentment accumulating in her heart with nowhere to go.

“Who is this gentleman by your side, sister…” it seemed like Emma just noticed the man by Isabelle’s side.

Thinking about how her masked man’s identity was about to be revealed, Isabelle held onto his arm tightly, beaming, “My boyfriend, no…my fiancé.”

“Fiancé…” Emma Smith looked at the masked man in surprise.

The man wore a feather mask, and apart from a pair of eyes visible to the outside, his entire face was hidden beneath the mask.

Emma Smith couldn’t recognize him, so she didn’t take Isabelle’s words seriously.

It wouldn’t be surprising for someone like Isabelle to casually claim any man as her fiancé.

Emma Smith despised this in her heart, but kept a calm face, “I didn’t expect my future brother-in-law to be so mysterious…”

“I know you’re curious about his appearance. Don’t worry, in a few days, his appearance will definitely shock the whole city, no, the entire Orientopia.” Thinking about how her man would soon become one of the top figures in Sunnydale, Isabelle couldn’t hide the pride in her eyes.

“Then, I’m really looking forward to it.” Emma Smith smiled, taking several more glances at the masked man, deep in thought.

This man hid his face; it could either mean he is ugly or he had done something wrong, it must be one of these two.

Knowing that Michael Gallagher was dead and Molly Walker was fully prepared, she didn’t believe that Isabelle, who had reached a dead-end, could turn things around with someone’s help.

Isabelle no longer sparred with her and walked into the villa while holding onto the man.

Seeing her with another love interest, a hint of chilliness flickered in Jake Smith’s eyes.