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

“Weren’t you expelled from the ‘W’ organization? How can you get in?” A hint of meaning shone through Zachary Jenkins’s eyes.

Violet Summers’s face flushed red, embarrassed as she stuttered, “I was expelled, but mostly due to being framed. There are people in the organization who have a good relationship with me, and they will help me get in.”

“As long as I explain things clearly to the leader of the organization, there may still be a chance for me to return.”

Although the possibility was slim, it was not impossible.

There were many people in the organization who had a good relationship with her. If these people put in a good word for her, it wouldn’t necessarily bring Molly Walker down, but at least they could make her life as miserable as her own.

Zachary Jenkins glanced at her dismissively, noticing her face had turned beet red, and he remained as calm as ever in his deep eyes.

“What rank is Molly Walker in your organization?”

He had checked, and among the people Violet Summers had recently offended, it was only Molly Walker.

Early on, it had been revealed that Molly Walker was part of the ‘W’ organization, or else the Norman family would not have allowed her marriage to Jeremy Norman.

On this matter, the “W” organization had always been stirring the pot.

Zachary Jenkins lowered his eyes and suddenly recalled a time at the hospital when Molly Walker seemed to call Harry Lambert “No. 6.”

This “No. 6” was clearly a code name.

Harry Lambert and her were from the same organization.

His ex-wife’s identity was indeed difficult to fathom

He really didn’t believe that her marriage to him had no ulterior motives.

As for Molly Walker’s status in this organization, he could only personally investigate.

“Tomorrow night, I’ll go with you.” Zachary Jenkins raised his lips, forming a curve that was colder than ice and snow.

Upon hearing this, Violet Summers’s heart leaped, and she quietly glanced at Zachary Jenkins, gritted her teeth, and whispered, “Mr. Gallagher, now that Molly Walker is married to Jeremy Norman, will you start a new life?”

Although she was no longer a member of the ‘W’ organization, her feelings for the man in front of her only grew stronger. She took such a great risk in the hopes that he would notice her more.

Zachary Jenkins raised his brows slightly, barely glancing her way.

“I am now Zachary Jenkins, not Mr. Gallagher.”

It was an answer, yet it seemed like no answer at all.

Facing his cold gaze, Violet Summers bit her lip and lowered her head: “I apologize for speaking too much.”

“Indeed, you are too talkative.” Thinking of Jeremy Norman and Molly Walker, an inexplicable heaviness settled at the bottom of Zachary Jenkins’s heart. His bottom line was to never let his child call another man ‘dad,’ unless he died.

But there was no need to explain this to the woman in front of him.

“Thanks for Miss Summers’s help these days. This is your reward.” He took out a premium credit card, handed it to her, “The password is six sixes. There is enough money in it for you to live the rest of your life.”

Seeing the premium credit card, Violet Summers’s facial muscles visibly stiffened.

“Mr. Jenkins I didn’t help you for the money.”

She didn’t lack money and didn’t want Michael Gallagher’s money either. If she accepted this card, she and Zachary Jenkins would be even.

She didn’t want to be even with the man in front of her

“Mr. Jenkins, you don’t have to distance yourself from me now. In the future You might need me at some point.” Violet Summers’s hand clenched the corner of her dress, and she mustered the courage to look at his handsome face, “When you have big things to do in the future, I might be able to help.”

Her mention of “big things” was just a guess.

Michael Gallagher didn’t die but instead became Zachary Jenkins. She blindly guessed that Michael Gallagher’s “substitution” must have been for some major event.

When she was in the organization, she had secretly investigated Michael Gallagher’s background, but she couldn’t find anything. This indicated that the Jenkins family was also very powerful; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to keep their background hidden.

Hearing her mention “big things,” Zachary Jenkins’s lips curled up, his smile somewhat enigmatic.

“What big things do I have?” Zachary Jenkins’s fingers tapped on the table, his voice very low, like the sound of a cello’s performance, flowing through the air.

His gaze was cold and intimidating, carrying a threatening chill. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and he spoke slowly: “Take it, I don’t want to say it a second time.”

Violet Summers shuddered, her face turning red with anger, timidly accepting the card, and her eyes filling with tears of grievance.

As she touched the cold card, the tears in Violet Summers’s eyes began to well up in her eye sockets.

She held the card, gritted her teeth, and turned around to leave. Just then, Zachary Jenkins’s cold voice rang out, “If I need your help later, I’ll find you again.”

Violet Summers’s footsteps paused, and the tears in her eyes froze.

The meaning behind Zachary Jenkins’s words was clear: helping him was one thing, and there would be compensation for it, but he would definitely not have any other involvement with her.

In the end, she no longer had a valid identity, so not only would she not be able to be with Zachary Jenkins, but she would also not even be worthy of being his friend.

Tomorrow night, she must regain her lost identity and save face!

At the entrance to the Leaford family’s estate, a black Mercedes slowly stopped by the roadside.

“Mr. Richardson, Miss Richardson, we’ve arrived at the Leaford family’s estate.”

The driver opened the door, and Samuel Richardson immediately got out of the car. His eyes shifted, and he was instantly amazed by the extravagance of the Leaford family estate.

He had only heard that Amanda Leaford’s maternal relatives were wealthy, but he hadn’t expected that they would have an estate in the Capital City. An estate in this area would be worth a fortune.

No wonder Daniel Thompson could gain a foothold in Sunnydale. Amanda’s parents must have supported him.

Samuel Richardson was both envious and regretful. He regretted his lack of foresight when he was younger, and he had been obsessed with beautiful women without considering the need to combine strengths when getting married. When he finally realized this, he was already old.

A cold wind blew, stinging Samuel’s face.

He stretched out his hand and patted the car window, shouting at the person inside: “My sweet daughter, come out quickly.”

Emma Smith sat in the car, looking visibly distressed.

She never thought that Samuel Richardson would have the nerve to change his attitude towards Molly Walker after learning about Violet Summers’ dismissal from eBay.

“What are you still doing in the car?” Samuel’s voice grew darker. “You and Ivy Thompson are good friends. As long as you help to introduce us again, the Leaford family won’t drive us away.”

Samuel’s voice was full of confidence.

This time, he deliberately brought a bank card with seven hundred fifty thousand dollars just to “rescue “Ivy in an urgent situation.

Last time Ivy said she needed money, he refused her. But now, he’s come in person, and Ivy surely won’t refuse him again.

Emma rolled down the car window, gritting her teeth to resist her shameless father: “Dad, Ivy said she’s busy and doesn’t have time to meet us. Why don’t we go back first?”

“Is she really too busy to see us?” Samuel narrowed his eyes and held out his hand. “Let me see your cell phone.”

Emma’s face stiffened, as she hadn’t contacted Ivy at all, and there was nothing on her phone.

Samuel withdrew his hand with understanding, and his voice grew cold: “Don’t forget that your mother is still in the countryside. You wouldn’t want your parents to be separated forever, would you?”

He was threatening her with her mother again!

This time, Emma could no longer restrain herself and retorted: “You’re right, Dad. You reminded me that my mom said she doesn’t want to live with you. I have to respect her wishes.”

“With the savings from my job these years, I can pay a down payment for a place in Sunnydale next month, and I’ll move out. If you don’t want to separate from my mom, you can live in the countryside by yourself.”

She knew he wanted to use this to manipulate her.

When Emma thought about how Samuel had ruined his own good fortune, her mind was filled with contempt for her father.

But, unexpectedly, when they arrived at the entrance of the Leaford family estate, Emma hesitated, and Samuel’s anger flared: “Why didn’t you say so earlier if you didn’t want to help? You made me come all this way.”

“How was I supposed to know that you wanted me to help with this? I already helped you last time, and how did you handle it? You drove her away!”

Samuel was left speechless, his eyes evasive. “I received a message at the time that her identity was fake.”

“I couldn’t dare to lend seven hundred fifty thousand dollars to someone with a fake identity.”

“Do you think she really needs your money?” Emma laughed out loud. “Even when she was Ivy Thompson, she wouldn’t need your money, and now that she’s a member of the ‘W’ organization, she certainly doesn’t need your money.”

Thinking about Molly’s tone at the time, Emma’s eyes reddened, and her nose began to sting.

After Samuel had done something like that, whether it was seven hundred fifty thousand dollars or his entire company, it would all be a favor from Ivy’s side that he was still standing.

And what did her foolish father do? He pushed the opportunity away when it was right in front of him.

No wonder the decline of the Richardson family over the past years had a reason.

Emma took a deep breath and quickly opened the car door.

Her relationship with Ivy wasn’t even that solid, and she realized that if she continued like this, she would only lose their goodwill.

“I never agreed to help you find Ivy again. You misunderstood. If you want to find her, go find her yourself.”

She knew that backing down at this point meant something to her father, and Samuel might give up on her just as he had given up on Isabelle.

Fortunately, over the years, she had her own abilities and savings, and she could live without relying on the money from the Richardson family.

This was the biggest difference between her and Isabelle and the source of her confidence.

Unexpectedly, Emma really dared to refuse him. Samuel frowned and took out his cell phone, dialing a number: “Has Emily Harris’s medical bills for this month been paid?”

Emma’s steps halted, and she stared fiercely at Samuel.

Emily Harris was her grandmother, who was currently in the hospital.

She heard clearly that Samuel coldly ordered, “If the medical bills haven’t been paid for this month, just don’t pay them.”