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

Good news?

No matter what kind of good news it was, it couldn’t arouse Zoey Lambert’s interest. James Leaford was also the same. The news that his company was getting better not only failed to make him happy, but made him feel even worse.

While the Jenkins family kept their word, what about him?

He glanced at his eldest daughter, his eyes red and swollen.

He regretted it. How was this any different from selling his daughter for glory?!

“I still have things to do at the company, it’s late now. Whatever matters Ivy has, let her put them aside for now, and we’ll talk tomorrow after we’ve had a good rest.”

James Leaford’s face was full of exhaustion; he had been tired all day and had no energy to deal with other people.

“I’m a bit tired too, sister, you take care of Ivy first, I will go upstairs.” Zoey Lambert held back her tears, quickly went up the stairs.

Molly Walker sat in the living room, thinking about how to explain to James Leaford that she had already taken action on her own.

In the end, she still used the organization’s connections, just as she had done the last time when she helped the Thompson family. She called each company’s person in charge, using both threats and incentives. As soon as they heard that the person was from the “W” organization, they immediately agreed to do a favor for the Leaford family.

In order to consolidate the Leaford family’s financial chain, she also had several large technology companies under the “W” organization to cooperate with the Leaford family.

As the Leafords had been good to her, she couldn’t just stand by and watch them in distress.

She came tonight to tell her uncle the news to ease his worries.

Natalie Lambert walked in with an awkward expression and forced a smile at her, “Cousin Ivy, my sister and my dad just got back and went to work. Why don’t we get some sleep first and talk about it tomorrow?”

She didn’t know what good news Ivy Thompson wanted to tell them, but she could clearly feel her father and sister’s pain and sadness.

Hearing this, although Molly Walker didn’t quite understand, she vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

“I’m tired too. You go on and rest, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

Molly Walker smiled softly and began to walk up the spiral staircase to her room.

This room was located on the second floor and was previously Zoey Lambert’s room. After Molly arrived in Capital City, Zoey Lambert voluntarily gave up her room for Molly to stay in, without any complaints.

This family had been so kind and sincere to her, it was only right that she gave something back.

She stopped at Zoey Lambert’s room and heard her heavy cries inside. Her steps came to a halt.

The cries were so repressed and painful, like someone who had endured countless grievances suddenly bursting and releasing them all at once.

When a person was in such a state, they least wanted others to see them. After thinking about it, she ultimately didn’t knock on the door.

Inside the room, after Zoey Lambert finished crying, there was silence. She took out a bottle of pills from the drawer, with a blank stare and a dead look on her face.

Marrying an idiot would be worse than death.

Mr. Jenkins had already helped the company, and within two days, he would ask her father for an explanation.

Anyway, he had already helped the family company and couldn’t possibly back out. As for her, as long as she died, no one would blame her.

She slowly opened the bottle cap, saw half a bottle of pills, and her hand began to tremble.

In her mind, she saw the scene of a handsome man in the garden calling her sister.

She closed her eyes, and just as she was about to swallow the pills in one gulp, a knock sounded from outside the door.

“Big Cousin, are you there? It’s Ivy, I need to talk to you.”

Zoey’s hand clutching the pills trembled, and hurriedly stuffed them under the sheet, wiping her tears viciously, and walked to the door wearing her slippers.

The door opened, and Molly Walker, with her beautiful, anxious face, asked, “Big Cousin, are you okay?”

Zoey Lambert shook her head, “Cousin Ivy, what’s the matter? I’m not in a good mood today, can we talk about it tomorrow?”

She knew it wasn’t Ivy’s fault, but her emotions were off, and she was afraid of venting her negative emotions onto her cousin.

Molly Walker stared at her intently, “We can’t wait until tomorrow.”

She had just received a message from No. 6 saying that James Leaford and Zoey Lambert had gone to the Jenkins family today. Mr. Jenkins had made an outrageous request – he would help the Leafords, but Zoey had to marry his idiotic grandson.

The so-called idiotic grandson was Zachary Jenkins’ half-brother with a different mother, a man who, because of his idiocy, had always been treated as if he was invisible.

Molly Walker never expected that James Leaford would think of using Zoey Lambert’s marriage to save the company.

James cherished his eldest daughter Zoey and had high hopes for her. If he had not reached a dead end, how could he have agreed to Mr. Jenkins’ demands!

Now she finally understood why Zoey was so heartbroken; no one would be happy to marry a fool.

Seeing Molly determined to stay in her room, Zoey’s face paled, and eventually, her body seemed to lose all strength, collapsing softly onto the bed. “Just say it,” she muttered weakly.

Their father said that this transaction must never be revealed to Cousin Ivy, or she would definitely feel guilty and sad.

The secret was suffocating, and as she nearly passed out from it, Molly’s words saved her like a lifeline, “I’ve used the organization’s power to help the company, so you don’t have to marry Jerry Jenkins.”

The atmosphere froze, and everything fell silent.

Zoey couldn’t believe what she had heard. She stood up suddenly and grabbed Molly’s hand, asking, “Are you telling the truth?”

“The organization are you really connected to that organization?” Zoey’s eyes widened, and the tears that had not yet faded suddenly welled up again, “Cousin Ivy, you must be joking, right? How can you be connected to this organization?”

Even if there were a connection, how could an organization solve the company’s problems so quickly? How much power must Ivy have?

Zoey stood there numbly, feeling as if she was floating on a cloud.

She was full of hope, yet didn’t dare believe it.

Seeing Zoey like this made Molly’s heart ache slightly.

When she first entered, Zoey’s face was ashen, and her lifeless body seemed like it would crumble at any moment.

It was Molly’s problem, but Zoey was willing to bear it all.

Having never received the care of her relatives from childhood except for her grandmother and some other people, she thought she would be hopeless for the rest of her life. She never expected to have such a pure affection.

“Cousin, it wasn’t the Jenkins family who solved the company’s crisis, it was me. I’m a senior executive in the organization. To tell you something you might find funny, solving the Leaford family’s problems is just a matter of one sentence for me.” Her tone was firm, as if a needle was anchoring Zoey’s heart.

Zoey stared blankly at her beautiful yet strong-willed cousin.

A senior executive, she was actually a senior executive of that organization.

The sadness faded, replaced by wild joy.

“Thank you.” Zoey couldn’t help but hug her tightly, tears streaming down her face.

Molly hugged her back, her heart warm.

It was great that she protected her loved ones who treated her well.

The office of the Leaford Group was brightly lit.

James Leaford’s office was filled with senior executives.

“James, we have to thank Mr. Jenkins this time.”

“Well, since you already promised to marry your daughter to them, you have to keep your word.”

Everyone present was urging James to make a decision.

The company almost went bankrupt overnight, and it was not easy for them to be saved by Mr. Jenkins now. They didn’t want to return to those fearful days.

James didn’t say anything, he just sat there alone, smoking one cigarette after another.

It was cold, and he was not dressed warm enough; his nose and face were already red from the cold.

Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the noise inside the office.

James picked up the cell phone and saw that it was Zoey calling.

Thinking of his eldest daughter whom he was about to “sell”, James’ eyes reddened again.

He was really useless!

At his age, he still had to rely on selling his daughter to save the company.

The phone kept ringing, as if the other party would keep calling if he didn’t answer.