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

“No time?” Zachary Jenkins said lazily, “Then let’s not go.”

Not go?!

Violet Summers was taken aback, she almost thought she had misheard.

“Mr. Jenkins the ‘W’ organization is just nearby ” Violet Summers felt aggrieved, she never thought that Zachary Jenkins would back out at this time.

She had made so much effort, how could she give up halfway?

“Mr. Jenkins, aren’t you curious about Molly Walker’s identity? My friend has found out that she’s not a regular employee of the organization, but ”

“I don’t care about her identity.” Zachary Jenkins coldly interrupted her, his tone heavy with implication, “Also, she is the mother of my child, I will not help you go against her under any circumstances.”

Violet Summers shuddered, the hopeful look in her eyes gradually extinguished.

The mother of his child

How could she forget that Molly Walker was carrying Michael Gallagher’s baby? As long as the baby existed, the bond between Michael Gallagher and Molly Walker was ever-present.

Her face flushed, she said gritting her teeth: “Then I’ll go ahead.”

The events of tonight were tied to her future, she needed to reclaim everything that belonged to her.

The alley was incredibly silent, the moon rose high, a wind blew by and Molly Walker tightened her windproof down jacket.

The meeting place of the ‘W’ organization was not fixed; they would randomly select a city in Orientopia for meetings.

This time, it was set in Capital City.

At the end of the alley was a bustling bar, with security standing at the entrance, it was crowded and noisy.

Molly Walker flashed her entry ticket, and the security let her in easily.

Through the bar, there was a large courtyard house, as an antique building, it was hidden by high-rises on this bustling street, hence it was not apparent.

Molly Walker took a mask out of her pocket and put it on, then slowly walked in.

This mask was pure gold, inlaid with broken diamonds, the carved ‘W’ at the corner of the eyes was particularly striking.

In the largest hall of the courtyard, people with various masks sat. This was the mystery of the ‘W’ organization, if you did not voluntarily reveal your identity, you might not know what the other person looked like.

The people in the room were chattering about whether the Big Boss would come to this meeting.

“Big Boss hasn’t attended the organization’s conference in three years, will he really come this time?”

“I got a message that he will really come this time, don’t believe it? If he doesn’t come, I’ll transfer you ten thousand dollars on eBay.”

“Pah! With ten thousand dollars, you want me to expose my identity?”

In the middle of the room was the boss’s chair, and a few men with different styles sat next to the table.

Harry Lambert wore a silver mask and frequently glanced towards the door.

“No. 6, will the Big Boss be here soon?” No. 4 sat aside, both nervous and excited.

“Relax, she will definitely come tonight.” Harry Lambert’s voice was full of confidence.

She hasn’t come in three years, her position has already been threatened.

He glanced indifferently at the Third Brother next to him, a hint of chill in his brown pupils.

“No. 6, why are you always staring at me?” Christopher Evans was wearing sunglasses, wore only a thin shirt, his muscles bulged, robust and strong, “When the Big Boss left, she specifically instructed that I would handle things over here, I know you are dissatisfied with my methods these years, but I’m also doing it for the organization!”

He took a puff of his cigarette, then exhaled a cloud of turbid breath.

Harry Lambert smirked coldly, his fingers gripping tightly with a cracking sound.

Ever since Molly Walker married Michael Gallagher, she rarely appeared in the organization. But this led to some monkeys who proclaimed themselves king, Christopher Evans was one of them, and Violet Summers was brought up by him.

Hearing Christopher Evans’s words, someone joined in: “In the three years when the Big Boss wasn’t here, Third Brother did a lot for the organization. No. 6, it’s understandable if you can’t see Third Brother’s hard work while you are making waves in the entertainment industry.”

A single sentence exposed Harry Lambert’s identity.

Harry Lambert’s cold gaze swept over the speaker, about to sneer back, but he saw someone striding in through the door.

She was wrapped in a white down jacket, her long hair scattering over her shoulders, her mask covering half of her face, revealing a pointed chin.

Upon seeing this mask, the room quieted down instantly.

This was the unique mask of the Big Boss, it couldn’t even be replicated.

“Big Boss! You’re back?!” No. 4 ran over happily, breaking the silence.

Looking at No. 4 who ran over like a child, Molly Walker smiled and patted his shoulder: “I’m back.”

“Sorry, everyone, I disappeared for three years to complete a difficult task.”

She didn’t say what the task was, but the complaint about her among the people in the room dropped instantly.

The Big Boss hadn’t appeared for many years, although the people in the organization didn’t say it, everyone was uneasy at the bottom of their hearts.

Now that they saw the Big Boss’s return, the rock in everyone’s heart settled down.

“As long as you’re back.” Harry Lambert stood up, his voice trembling slightly.

Seeing Molly Walker returned, he was thrilled.

“Let’s all report on this year’s work.” Molly Walker sat in her chair, ready to record by taking up the file and pen next to her.

“Big Boss, I am No. 38, and I have an issue that needs your judgement.”

Suddenly, an excited voice interrupted.

Molly Walker raised her eyes and saw a man stand up, the most shocking thing was, he took off his mask.

The man wore a black coat, he looked to be about twenty or thirty years old, a young man.

Removing the mask meant revealing his identity.

Molly Walker straightened her expression, her voice serious: “Go ahead.”

If he is willing to expose his identity to say it, it must be very important.

“Big Boss, I want to report Harry Lambert.” He stared fiercely at Harry Lambert.

The whole room was uproar.

Harry Lambert? That celebrity who was the rage of half the entertainment industry?

He’s actually No.6?

When she saw Harry Lambert’s identity exposed, Molly Walker felt a sinking feeling in her heart.

She looked at the young man in front of her, squinted her eyes, and had a bad premonition.

“I report him for colluding with Michael Gallagher’s ex-wife and framing our organization’s member for personal gain.” The young man finished speaking, and there was dead silence.

The framed member? Could it be Violet Summers?

Recently, only Violet Summers had been fired, and that matter also caused an uproar.

The dismissal was indeed done by No. 6, but everyone assumed that it was the intention of the Big Boss.

“No. 38” saying this, could it be that there was more to the matter?

Molly Walker pursed her lips, her expression almost faltered, she took a deep breath and asked coldly: “Are you certain it was a frame-up?”

Among all the things that Violet Summers had done, which one wasn’t like hopping on a high voltage wire? Did they still need to frame her?

Did they really think she wouldn’t know what was happening since she hadn’t returned to the organization for years?

“It was a frame-up!”

Violet Summers’ voice rang out loudly.

At the entrance, Violet Summers walked in with tear-filled eyes, her head held high and her chest out.

“Big Boss, No.6 has a crush on Molly Walker, he even went as far as to set up an eBay account to publicly state my dismissal. I want to ask personally now, what mistake have I made for Harry Lambert to have the right to dismiss me?”