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

Joshua Thompson held the card, flipping it over and over, the corners of his lips curving into a wicked smile: “I remember you said you wouldn’t use the Thompson family’s money anymore?”

With a rumble of thunder, a loud boom rang in her ears, making her head roar. After a few seconds, shame, humiliation, and anger gradually appeared on Gillian Thompson’s face.

Joshua Thompson let out a mischievous laugh, then squatted down, looking straight into her eyes, his peach blossom eyes narrowing, and his smile resembling a fox’s.

“Gillian Thompson, as for Jeremy Norman, you can forget about him.”

A wave of cold spread all over her body, and Gillian Thompson’s cheeks blushed red, her lips trembling: “Why?”

“Because he is your future brother-in-law.”

With Michael Gallagher dead, Jeremy Norman seemed to be the best candidate for his brother-in-law.

“But my sister doesn’t even like him!”

“She will.” Joshua Thompson played with the card, with a corner of his lips hooking up into an arrogant smile, “Time is so long, she will eventually be moved. Before that, I don’t want any annoying person to meddle in their affairs.”

Gillian Thompson’s eyes widened, her face turned pale, her teeth biting her lower lip, the heavy taste of blood intensifying her inner grief.

Annoying, meddlesome

Why was she sentenced to death without even having the chance to pursue him?!

Resentment and anger swallowed her up.

“Do I not even have the right to pursue the person I like?!” Gillian Thompson trembled with anger.

“Jeremy Norman doesn’t like you. You’re the one who’s going to lose face for us if you pursue him.” Joshua Thompson sneered coldly and casually threw the card back to her, “That’s all I have to say. Don’t blame others if you end up hitting a wall.”

The matter of Gillian Thompson liking Jeremy Norman was doomed to go nowhere. If she continued to drag it out, she’d only transfer her hatred to Fourth Sister.

Rather than waiting for that day, it was better to nip it in the bud.

Gillian Thompson sat blankly in the wheelchair, not even realizing when Joshua Thompson had left.

Molly Walker sat in the Villa, not going anywhere, waiting for the call from the police.

Instead of waiting for the call from the police, she received a call from Michael Gallagher’s assistant.

“Miss Walker, please remember to attend the CEO’s office meeting at ten o’clock.”

Molly Walker was stunned.

What did the director’s meeting of Gallagher Group have to do with her?

“Miss Walker, you are also a director.” The assistant kindly reminded her.

Molly Walker pursed her lips, and thought of the shares in Gallagher Group that Lana Lewis had left for her in her inheritance.

She checked the time and found that there was only one hour left until the meeting. The notification was really timely.

She hurried to Gallagher Group and went up to the floor with the CEO’s office under the suspicious gaze of the security guards.

Just as she was about to go upstairs, a voice called out to her.

“Miss Walker.”

Molly Walker turned her head and met a pair of smiling eyes, cunning and chilling to the bone.

It was Isabelle’s new boyfriend.

Molly Walker furrowed her brow and subconsciously increased the distance between her and him: “What is it?”

While Isabelle was still at the Police Station, this man looked as though nothing had happened, giving her a bad feeling.

The man looked her up and down, smiling sinisterly: “Are you going to compete for the position of Chairman?”

Molly Walker narrowed her eyes warily: “Get to the point.”

“Heh.” The man let out a soft laugh, “No matter, go ahead and get busy. Maybe we’ll meet again.”

There was a hidden meaning in his words.

Molly Walker’s heart sank, and she felt uncomfortable all over under his venomous gaze. Urged by the assistant’s phone call, she hurriedly went upstairs.

The door to the office slammed open, and everyone inside stared at her.

Molly Walker sheepishly smiled, found a random seat, and sat down: “Sorry, I’m late.”

Initially, she didn’t want to come, but she heard that if she didn’t, Gallagher Group might fall into other people’s hands. This company was Michael Gallagher’s painstaking effort, and he had a hard time stabilizing it from outsiders. She didn’t want the company to return to its original state after Michael Gallagher’s death.

She could refuse it, and the baby in her belly could also refuse it, but not Bailey.

Everyone in the room stared at the woman who had barged in suddenly.

She wore a simple black jacket, leaning back in her chair with her clothes’ zipper casually open, both cool and beautiful. Her black hair was pinned up, revealing her beautiful neck, with an elegant and charming temperament. Especially her delicate facial features, they seemed like the best masterpiece of the Goddess. If one didn’t know better, they might think a celebrity had arrived.

“Sorry, who is this?” An old man in his sixties with white hair adjusted his reading glasses, “Is she also from the CEO’s office?”

This young and beautiful girl, could she be someone’s mistress trying to eavesdrop?

Thinking of this, the old man’s face immediately fell.

“Mr. Lambert, this is Molly Walker, Michael Gallagher’s ex-wife.” The assistant walked in while speaking, holding a document in his hand, “She holds Lana Lewis’s inheritance, and she also has the qualifications to run for the position of Chairman.”

The atmosphere immediately quieted down, with everyone in the room wearing various expressions.

So this was Molly Walker! The person Michael Gallagher exchanged his life for.

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. The assistant placed the document in front of Molly Walker, then addressing everyone: “Now that the attendees of the meeting have arrived, let’s begin.”

He stood beside Molly Walker, as if giving her encouragement.

Molly Walker pressed her lips together, giving a bitter smile. If Michael Gallagher were still alive, the assistant would probably be standing by his side.

She glanced at the document in front of her and found that it was a speech draft for her Chairmanship written by the assistant.

No wonder he could be Michael Gallagher’s assistant – this level of meticulousness and capability was truly amazing.

Just then, the sound of chaos could be heard outside the office, with screams echoing from every corner.

“A ghost!”

“My god, I never thought I’d see a ghost in my lifetime!”

“Mom, help!”

The screams outside made the people inside the office nervous. Outside were only a few employees, mostly senior executives who had seen it all and were emotionally stable. What could have happened outside to terrify them so?

Could there really be a ghost?

In the office, some people with less courage had already stood up and hid in the distance.

The assistant stood up, and with a yank, opened the door. A man dressed in black stood outside, and as they saw his face, the people in the room gasped.

“Holy shit!” yelled someone.

“You, you, you, you ” Mr. Lambert pointed at him, shocked, covering his chest and collapsing.

He was having a heart attack.

“Mr. Lambert!”

“Mr. Lambert, hang in there!”

“Someone! Call an ambulance!”

The scene was chaotic – some people were performing CPR on Mr. Lambert, and soon enough, he woke up, but didn’t dare look at the man in black again.

Upon seeing this man, Molly Walker’s palm slightly trembled, and cold sweat slid down her back.

This man’s appearance was somewhat similar to Michael Gallagher’s, but he was completely different from Michael Gallagher in terms of type.

Michael Gallagher had radiant and stunning features when he wasn’t talking. He was an iceberg, but when he smiled, his expression could melt all the glaciers. In contrast, the man in front of her had a natural smirk, which was treacherous and somewhat sinister.

A name burst forth in her heart.