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

Underneath the Gallagher Tower, Jake Leaford turned to the person beside him and chuckled, “This world is truly magical; your wife is actually going against your brother!”

This sort of plot, which wouldn’t even appear in a TV series, was unfolding in a most fantastical manner.

Michael Gallagher lowered his gaze; on the screen, Molly Walker maintained a graceful posture. After taking off her coat, the curves of her figure were displayed in all their glory.

Her red lips curled into a fiery arc; her eyes sparkled with charm, enticing and bewitchingly beautiful.

On the screen, she seemed an unreachable distance away.

These past few days, he had tried to avoid bumping into her, but his yearning for her gnawed madly at him, causing him to frantically search for news about her like a shadow lurking in the darkness.

The Thompson family had protected her well and didn’t leak any news about her.

Seeing that she was leading a vibrant life, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of loss, yet he also felt relieved that his “death” didn’t seem to affect her much.

It was not until the day he saw her crying her heart out whilst hugging Jeremy Norman’s neck — one moment heartbroken, the next bashfully — that he realized he had lost her.

“After your death, Jeremy’s mother finally agreed to let them be together,” Jake Leaford lazily smiled, a cigarette hanging from his lips, “Widows are certainly popular.”

Leaning back in his chair, legs crossed, Michael Gallagher nonchalantly said, “Being a widower is better than a divorcee.”

If they had simply divorced, the Norman family would have distanced Jeremy from Molly Walker because of him.

But now that he was “dead,” the Norman family no longer had any reservations.

“I went to see her that day, and the pain and sorrow she displayed were genuine. Aren’t you going to tell her you aren’t dead? You can’t possibly let your child call someone else dad.”

Jake Leaford paused after these words.

He had lost a bet to Elizabeth Aitken once and should, by right, call her dad. But now, she would ignore him even if he addressed her as mom, let alone dad.

His mother had a discussion with Elizabeth Aitken the last time, seemingly reaching an agreement; yet, they didn’t reveal a single detail to him.

“What about you? You married in a rush and divorced soon after. Why didn’t you persevere?”

Michael’s question made Jake Leaford’s gaze darken.

“A forced relationship is never sweet. I want her to willingly marry me, not because of a moment’s impulse.”

The atmosphere turned serene for a few seconds.

“Actually, Ivy Thompson has forgiven you.”

Jake Leaford thought back on the day in the hospital when Molly Walker was crying uncontrollably.

So much pain, so genuine—she couldn’t have been faking it.

Michael Gallagher slightly curled his thin lips, a faint smile appearing.

Forgive

He didn’t deserve forgiveness.

If she knew that he wasn’t.dead, instead of forgiving him, she might loathe him even more.

With a cigarette hanging off the corner of his mouth, Michael Gallagher’s deeply profound gaze pierced through the screen, locking onto her.

She stood straight, neither humble nor arrogant, and spoke eloquently.

She discussed the company’s plans, starting from last year’s review all the way to the next three years; her words were flawless.

In his memory, she preferred to sit in front of a computer designing drafts, occasionally decorating her room with a few flowers picked from the garden, or doing some cooking—an image of a serene homebody. However, now she was standing in the center, holding her own even amongst seasoned veterans.

Either as a delicate flower or as a resolute figure leading the crowd, she was blossoming in her own way.

When she finished her presentation, the room fell silent for a few seconds before thunderous applause broke out.

Molly Walker gave everyone a bow before sitting down.

It wasn’t that she was exceptionally talented; she just did her homework relentlessly.

Ever since she married Michael Gallagher, she had been closely following the developments of the Gallagher Group, never slacking off.

A few seconds after she sat down, the applause still didn’t stop.

“Does anyone else wish to speak?” Brian Lewis wore a satisfied smile, “Everyone has an opportunity.”

No one took up the offer.

Molly Walker’s presentation had won everyone’s approval; no one had the confidence to outdo her.

Brian Lewis, being Michael Gallagher’s assistant, his attitude represents Michael Gallagher’s stance.

Having stated this, no one dares to cross this line.

A cold, dismissive snort was heard, piercing in the silence.

“There’s also me.”

Xavier Gallagher’s voice cut through the amicable atmosphere like a knife.

A faint smile crept onto Brian Lewis’s warm face, “Sorry, illegal immigrants aren’t eligible.”

Admitting he was Xavier Gallagher would land him the status of an illegal immigrant.

Xavier Gallagher’s face darkened terribly.

He indeed is an illegal immigrant; having spent these years hiding just because even a decent ID is missing. He could only do the most lowly jobs, saving money for plastic surgery, even resorting to relying on Isabelle Richardson to support him.

Illegal immigrant status, a pain he couldn’t voice.

“Her shareholding is not substantial, can’t qualify as a director.”

A wicked smile flashed across Xavier Gallagher’s cold face.

So what if she has shares? Holding such a small percentage, even persuasive skills or good public speaking ability are useless. It’s not easy to be a chairman.

“True, Miss Walker’s shareholding is indeed not substantial   ” Mr. Lambert paused. The largest shareholder now was Bailey Gallagher, but we can’t possibly let a five-year-old child be the chairman. “Let’s vote. We have always used votes to select our leader.”

Once the round of voting was over, Molly Walker had the most votes.

“Then the future CEO of Gallagher Group will be   ”

“Wait.” Molly Walker cut off Brian Lewis, “Who came in second?”

“Let him have the chairman’s position.”

Just because she didn’t want Xavier Gallagher to take over didn’t mean she wanted to become this CEO.

Michael Gallagher hadn’t been dead for long, if she was appointed CEO, she feared others would point the finger at her.

Seeing that she was resolute. Brian Lewis nodded and finally gave the CEO position to a young man who was the second in the vote and also the youngest executive who just joined the company.

Molly Walker gave the new man a glance, she remembered him, he was one of the influential leaders within the company and considered to be capable in all aspects.

Once the matter was resolved, Molly Walker left without looking back.

Just as she was about to exit the building, she saw Amanda Leaford, Damian Thompson, Nicholas Thompson, Joshua Thompson waiting for her.

Seeing her come out, they quickly walked towards her, Amanda Leaford, worry evident on her face, hugged her tightly.

“Are you okay?”

“Why are you guys here?” Molly Walker looked surprised.

“You’re famous now.” Joshua Thompson patted her on the shoulder, boasting, “Your speech was magnificent!”

“Someone livestreamed your meeting.” Damian Thompson explained, a gentle glint under his gold-rimmed glasses, “People at home were worried about you. It’s a relief to see you come out safely.”

Molly Walker nodded, thinking about Xavier Gallagher, a chill ran down her spine.

“I can’t believe Xavier Gallagher is still alive. A person like him would be better off dead.”

There was a clear hint of annoyance in Joshua Thompson’s voice.

Xavier Gallagher being alive didn’t bother him so much as the fact he dared to harass his sister.

Indeed, the Gallaghers are no saints!

“He’s doing it for Isabelle.”

Molly Walker’s eyes darkened, a hint of sarcasm crept into her voice, “If I hadn’t taken Isabelle to the police station, he wouldn’t have come out.”

“You mean to say he still wants to save Isabelle even in this situation?” Joshua Thompson rolled his eyes dismissively, “The police have detained Isabelle now. Not even Samuel could bail her out after finding out.”

Molly Walker smiled slightly, with the evidence piled up this time, it wouldn’t be easy for Isabelle to get out.

At that moment, a gaze focused on her. As if sensing something, she instinctively looked in the direction of that gaze.

A familiar countenance appeared in sight from a black car.

Caught off guard by her gaze, the man in the car looked somewhat surprised.