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

Michael Gallagher responded with a simple “Hmm” and looked out the window, his eyes softening as he thought about Molly Walker’s actions.

He used to think that she was from a dying family and did everything he could to protect her, even if it meant being disliked and not explaining himself. However, after discovering how capable she was, he didn’t know how to face her.

She was the lost daughter of the Thompson family, with three elder brothers above her, and a powerful organization behind her.

She wasn’t from a dying family, so it wasn’t his place to protect her, and she didn’t need anyone’s protection either.

With that thought, Michael Gallagher’s chest tightened as if shackled, and even taking deep breaths couldn’t alleviate the palpitations.

His knuckles tightened, sweat beaded on his forehead, and after a while, he finally returned to normal.

At this moment, his cell phone rang, and a message popped up: Xavier Gallagher wants to see you.

Early in the morning, Molly Walker took the Leaford family’s car to the Jenkins house.

She had to meet with Old Man Jenkins.

As long as Old Man Jenkins hadn’t given up on the idea of her cousin becoming his granddaughter-in-law, her cousin’s marriage would be hindered.

She had always believed that people who used marriage as a bargaining chip were not good people.

Old Man Jenkins lived in a courtyard house in the downtown area, with vast land and an imposing appearance. Once inside, it was a completely different world.

Molly stood at the entrance, waiting for the housekeeper to report inside.

A cold breeze passed by, and she suddenly thought of Zachary Jenkins.

Zachary’s identity was even more complicated than Michael Gallagher’s.

Thinking of her Master, Molly took a deep breath and exhaled the pent-up frustration and depression in her heart.

She had already fulfilled her Master’s final wish, and now it was time for her to plan her own life.

“Miss Thompson, please come in,” said the amiable housekeeper, inviting her inside. As she entered, the housekeeper quickly sent a message to Michael Gallagher: Young Master, Miss Thompson is here.

Molly walked into the Jenkins’ meeting room and immediately saw Old Man Jenkins smoking by the window. He held a long pipe, skillfully wrapping the tobacco, stuffing it in, and lighting it in one smooth motion.

He leisurely took a few puffs, squinting his eyes with enjoyment before finally turning to her.

Old Man Jenkins looked her up and down, eventually resting his gaze on her inconspicuous pregnant belly.

“Sit down; pregnant women shouldn’t stand for too long.”

His tone had an unexpected hint of an elder’s concern, which made Molly feel strange.

Thinking of Zachary’s identity, she suddenly understood – Old Man Jenkins must know who the father of her baby was.

“Mr. Jenkins, I came here today for my cousin Zoey Lambert,” Molly said with a faint smile, her tone indifferent. “I’ve already solved the Leaford family’s problem, and I don’t need your help anymore. But I hope that in the future, you won’t target my family.”

“My cousin won’t marry your grandson.”

Her words were direct.

The Leaford family members wouldn’t dare to warn Old Man Jenkins, but she wasn’t afraid.

Raising an eyebrow, Old Man Jenkins looked at her with surprise. “You came here today just for this?”

This was the first time he had encountered such a direct and decisive warning.

“How did you solve the Leaford family’s problem?” Old Man Jenkins asked with interest.

The Leaford family’s issue was a thorny one, and Sebastian Norman had invested heavily in it. Even he couldn’t find a way to help, but the young woman in front of him said that she had already solved it. He was curious about how she had managed to do so.

Molly’s clear eyes shimmered, and her bright red lips curved slightly upward. “Mr. Jenkins, you’re aware of the W Organization, right?”

Mr. Jenkins was taken aback.

“I’m an employee of the W Organization; saving a company is just a matter of a single sentence for me.”

The W Organization? Mr. Jenkins squinted his eyes.

Thinking about the rumors from a while ago, he sized up Molly Walker once again.

Such a young girl joining such an organization indicated her extraordinary abilities.

Considering the relationship between her and his grandson, Mr. Jenkins nodded contentedly.

From Michael’s perspective, he was very satisfied with this granddaughter-in-law.

“Since you’ve already dealt with the Leaford family’s affairs, the Leaford family and my dealings are over, and Zoey Lambert no longer needs to marry Jerry. Don’t you think it’s redundant to come and tell me this?” Mr. Jenkins sat on the sofa, his expression stern.

“Your deal with my uncle was not reached, but I’m afraid you’re still thinking about an alliance through marriage. I came to visit you today to dissuade you from this idea. My cousin has worked hard and excelled for so many years, not to marry your foolish grandson.”

“Foolish grandson ” Mr. Jenkins looked unhappy, his voice suddenly lowered. “My grandson may be foolish, but if she were to marry into the Jenkins family, we would never mistreat her. The Jenkins family doesn’t have mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts; what’s wrong with that? Many people can only dream of such a life. Miss Thompson, you are young and inexperienced. Marriage is not just about love; what matters most is the comfort of the latter half of your life.”

Hearing this, Molly Walker sneered in silence.

What a pity, her cousin’s marriage with such a man was destined to be uncomfortable.

“I’m not here today to discuss this with you, just to inform you. If you still have such thoughts, I advise you to give up as soon as possible. I can bring a company back from the dead, and I can also make a thriving company decline. If you don’t believe me, you can try.”

Her tone was indifferent, and every single word carried a deep meaning, making Mr. Jenkins angrier by the second.

What a threat of turning prosperous to decline.

“You’re a member of the organization, don’t you have internal rules and regulations? Does your top leader know how arrogant you are?” Mr. Jenkins’s eyes narrowed in anger. “I heard that your organization can get things done with money. I want to see which family has more money, the Jenkins or the Leaford?”

Molly Walker’s clear eyes were unfathomably deep.

Rules? She was the rules.

As for whether the top leader knew about this matter, well, that was purely wishful thinking.

“Mr. Jenkins, there are some things that money can’t solve. My words today end here. If you don’t believe me, you can try and send a task to the organization and see if they accept it.”

After saying this, she suddenly felt somewhat exhausted.

She turned around to leave, but Mr. Jenkins suddenly spoke up: “Have you seen Michael?”

Molly Walker paused, and Mr. Jenkins continued: “The child in your belly is a part of our Jenkins family; by rights, you should call me grandfather.”

Molly’s heart sank and she sneered coldly: “Mr. Jenkins, you’re mistaken. My baby has the last name Gallagher, not Jenkins.”

The surname Gallagher was her repayment to her mother-in-law’s last wish.

Her mother-in-law had given her everything she had struggled for all her life before she died. How could she possibly give birth to a child and let him have the last name Jenkins?

What difference would this make from forgetting kindness and betraying one’s benefactor?

If her mother-in-law knew, she would probably jump out of her grave.

Unexpectedly, she would say such decisive words, and Mr. Jenkins’ face darkened instantly: “With this attitude, do you not intend to remarry Michael?”

“If you want to remarry him, the child must carry the last name Jenkins.”

Molly Walker remained unflinching, her tone light: “I’m sorry, Mr. Jenkins, but my mother-in-law’s last wish was for a house full of children, and the child absolutely cannot have the last name Jenkins. My remarriage would be with Michael Gallagher, not Zachary Jenkins.”

“Mr. Jenkins, if there’s nothing else, I will take my leave now.”

“Stop!” Mr. Jenkins’ face was filled with wrath, and his anger overtook him. “You could become engaged and marry Jeremy Norman, why not marry Michael then? You are marrying him as a divorced woman, why not let the child change his surname? Is our Jenkins family not as good as the Gallagher family?”

With a cold face, Mr. Jenkins thought for a moment, and coughed once; several bodyguards in black clothes promptly rushed in from outside.

“Since Miss Thompson is a guest here, don’t hurry to leave. You still don’t know the Jenkins family, so why not stay a few days and get to know us better?” Having said that, he gave a meaningful glance to the bodyguards.

The bodyguards understood and approached her, blocking her path like a wall of iron.