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

Gillian Thompson unabashedly looked at Phoebe Belmont, who gave an awkward smile and brushed her hair behind her ear: “I was just talking business with your father.”

There was a hint of unnaturalness in her words.

The corners of Gillian Thompson’s delicate lips gently turned up, eyeing her for a moment. With one hand on her crutch and the other affectionately holding Phoebe’s arm, she asked, “Phoebe, are you in love with my father?” in a playful and quiet voice.

Phoebe was taken aback, pressing her lips together, not saying a word.

Gillian understood and laughed, glancing towards the door before leading Phoebe to a small room next door.

This room was a storage room filled with documents, spacious and empty.

Gillian closed the door, making the entire space so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

“Phoebe, don’t be nervous. I’m a woman too and I also love someone I shouldn’t,” she said, her expression turning bitter as she thought of Jeremy Norman.

“You must have been suffering all these years.” Loving someone who was right there, but only being able to watch from a distance, unable to even get close to them.

The most painful part was that the person they loved deeply loved someone else.

Phoebe didn’t dare to speak, but the tears in her eyes said it all.

Gillian looked at her sympathetically.

Over the years, Phoebe had shown herself as a strong, independent woman by rejecting all romantic advances and claiming to be against marriage. The truth was that she had been hiding her love for someone in her heart – her boss and the head of the company.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” Gillian smiled mischievously, looking like a little devil with wings, “As long as Daniel Thompson is my father, it doesn’t matter who my mother is.”

Since her adoptive mother, Amanda Leaford, had abandoned her, she could abandon her as well.

Love is mutual; since Amanda didn’t treat her as a daughter, there was no need for her to treat Amanda as her mother.

Gillian looked at Phoebe’s feigned composure and felt a rush of pleasure.

From the tone of Daniel’s voice earlier, she could tell that he didn’t want anyone to know what was happening inside the room and wanted to cover it up, which meant he had other thoughts in mind.

As an obedient daughter, of course, she should help him.

“You don’t like Amanda Leaford?” Phoebe was still not entirely reassured.

Although she knew about their falling out, her relationship with Daniel had taken a leap recently, and she didn’t want anyone to ruin it.

“I don’t like her. If I can, I’ll help you take her place and become my mother,” Gillian assured her.

Phoebe’s heart raced as she tried to control her excitement, saying slowly, “If you can really help me achieve my wish I will help you achieve yours.”

As expected, talking to a smart person is comfortable. The corners of Gillian’s mouth turned up, and she smiled brilliantly.

After sending Phoebe away, she walked straight to Daniel’s office.

There was still one thing left for her to do.

Confess everything.

“Come here.”

Seeing Gillian, Daniel smiled broadly and quickly beckoned her over, handing her the cell phone, “Look, even the government officials working with our company praised you, saying you’re intelligent and quick-witted. They believe this project will definitely help Sunnydale City stand out from the rest of Orientopia.”

Gillian walked over with her crutch, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the praising words.

How did this news reach the government?

Noticing Daniel’s happy expression, Gillian’s prepared confession got stuck in her throat and swallowed back down.

A sudden thought crossed Daniel’s mind, “Oh, by the way, you should go to today’s Chamber of Commerce meeting.”

“Me?”

Gillian’s heart sank.

The meeting was held only once a year, and the entire Sunnydale City’s business leaders would attend. Each company could only send one or two people to participate, including the Thompson Group where it was no exception.

Every year, Daniel and Damian Thompson would participate, but this time, she was invited to attend?

“What about my brothers? Aren’t they going?”

Daniel’s face turned pale: “Your brother goes every year, but he said he won’t go this time.”

If Damian didn’t go and brought her instead, did that mean that, in Daniel’s heart, she had become the second heir of the company?!

This news was like a bombshell, and Gillian Thompson could even imagine the looks people would give her when she appeared with Daniel.

After today, she would definitely become the target of flattery among the Sunnydale socialites.

“Daddy, aren’t you taking my sister with you?” she asked tentatively.

“What would she be doing there?” Daniel’s face turned dark. Would he bring her there to humiliate himself?

Gillian’s heart was relieved.

With only her and Daniel in the Thompson family attending the event, wouldn’t she have full control of the narrative?

The bosses who would be attending the Chamber of Commerce would all be there. As long as Ivy Thompson did not attend, she was confident that she could secure this achievement.

“Gabriel, what did you want to see me about?” Daniel seemed to have just remembered this matter.

Gillian’s lips curled into a beautiful smile, like a blossoming flower: “Nothing, I just wanted to come up and personally thank Dad for cultivating me all these years.”

“No need for such polite words among family.” A trace of gratification floated on Daniel’s serious face. “As long as you work well, you’ll have the largest shares of the company in the future.”

That was a promise!

Gillian’s heart raced like thunder, desperately controlling her excitement as she bid farewell to Daniel.

As for confessing

There was no point in confessing!

For the sake of those large shares

She was going all out at this Chamber of Commerce meeting!

A coffee shop at a street corner in Sunnydale City.

Under a decorative wall covered with vine, there was a large grand piano, softly playing music that seeped into the heart and soul.

Sitting by a table near the floor-to-ceiling windows was a man in a white shirt. The soft fabric of the shirt was rolled up to the elbows, giving a clean and neat appearance. He was scrolling through messages on his cell phone with single-handed focus, his handsome, scholarly face bearing a touch of solemnity.

Just as he had guessed, the person who had called those companies was his Fourth Sister, not Gillian.

At this moment, a message popped up on his cell phone: Mr. Thompson will be bringing Gillian to the Chamber of Commerce.

Father is being so foolish!

Damian Thompson’s eyebrows twitched, and a hint of anxiety showed in his gentle eyes.

Just as he was about to stand up, he didn’t notice the girl beside him hurriedly carrying a cup of coffee.

With a “snap” sound, the coffee cup fell and shattered, making a crisp noise on the ground.

The girl saw the coffee stain seeping into the man’s shirt in front of her.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” The girl with shoulder-length curly hair paled in fright, quickly grabbing tissues from the table to help him wipe the stain, only making it worse.

“It’s alright.”

Damian’s voice was gentle, and as he tried to step back to create some distance, Grace Harrison grabbed his sleeve.

She lifted her chin slightly, and when she saw Damian’s face, her expression was one of astonishment.

Underneath the man’s prominent nose, a pair of well-proportioned lips pressed into parallel lines, firm yet gentle. Although he was wearing glasses, they couldn’t conceal his beautiful eyes.

She stared at him intently, declaring firmly, “Take it off.”