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

Nude photos of Christopher Evans and others were projected on the wall.

Aside from Christopher, everyone else was censored in the photos.

Until a photo without censorship appeared.

“Holy shit, it’s Violet Summers!” No. 4 exclaimed excitedly, “You guys really know how to play dirty…”

“No wonder Violet Summers got promoted so fast in the past two years, doing so many outrageous things while you covered for her. So this is your secret underground deal…”

No. 4’s “tsk tsk” and judgmental gaze left Christopher unhappy.

Hearing this, Violet Summers shuddered, looked up and saw herself on the wall, doing something unspeakable with Christopher.

Violet stared blankly at the wall, her eyes hollow, as if her soul had been scooped out.

She wanted to rush over and tear the photo, but her feet seemed nailed to the floor, unable to move.

That one night, Christopher had threatened her into sleeping with him, but she never imagined he would take photos of it.

Christopher was equally shocked.

“Come at me if you dare, but exposing my privacy is the best you can do? Such despicable tactics, only you guys would use them,” Christopher said angrily, his eyes like venomous snakes about to strike.

“Why is it despicable? You’re the one who took the photos, the one who uploaded them. We just found them for you. How is that despicable? If someone is despicable, it should be the one who took the photos, which is you, Christopher Evans,” No. 4 retorted.

Christopher was left blushing and stammering, unable to find a counterargument.

He did take those photos.

But he never thought they would be leaked!

He glanced at the photos on the wall, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

He adjusted his demeanor, looked steadily at Michael Gallagher, and said, “Mr. Jenkins, I’ve said all that I can. This is your last chance to get ‘W.’ If you miss this one, it won’t be so easy to get it back. Just look at all the men around her, protecting her. I know, she’s your ex-wife, and you have feelings for her. But you need to think about why all these men are protecting her…”

Christopher’s words trailed off, leaving behind endless speculation.

The atmosphere grew cold. Molly Walker frowned, her gaze turning towards Michael, and saw him casually disposing of the melon seed shells in the nearby trash bag, then holding the plate of peeled seeds back to her.

No. 4 wisely gave up his seat.

Michael sat next to Molly, presented the peeled seeds like a treasure, then glanced at Christopher and said, “Not just other men, but I want to protect her too.”

“You don’t want ‘W’ anymore?”

“Hmm.” Michael gave a lazy hook of Molly’s finger, and tossed out a comment, “I only want her.”

The atmosphere instantly turned ambiguous.

Molly’s lips pursed, and her face reddened in a flash.

No. 4 scratched his nose, then looked at Harry Lambert cautiously. Seeing no reaction from the latter, he finally relaxed and smiled.

Neil Watson couldn’t help but glance at the ceiling. Speaking such words in front of so many people– he never let anyone off the hook, did he!

Hearing Michael’s words, Christopher finally understood.

No wonder Molly was so fearless, and everyone else was so calm. They knew long ago that Michael had given up his future for a woman.

Christopher spat contemptuously.

“Ruining your future for a woman, Mr. Jenkins, you’re not a real man!”

“Ruining your future for a woman…Christopher, are you talking about yourself?” Neil’s fingers moved on the keyboard, without any politeness, he released even more offensive photos.

The photos on the wall changed rapidly. Christopher choked on his breath and nearly couldn’t breathe.

Even as shameless as he was, exposing his hidden habits in front of so many people was still mortifying.

“Neil, if you keep showing my private photos, do you believe I’ll sue you for invasion of privacy?”

Neil was an expert at computer programs and finding these photos was not difficult, but being humiliated in front of so many people was more than Christopher could handle.

“Sure, go ahead and sue. It’s about time the police learned about certain things you’ve done, too.”

Neil nonchalantly adjusted his glasses, beaming as he smiled.

Christopher trembled with anger, then turned to No. 3 and asked, “What about you? Sandy, are you joining them in this despicable behavior?”

Sandy Smith had always wanted to lower her presence, and after being named, there was no hiding it.

“Well, Mr. Evans, ah, you see…sigh…Master has been kind to me, and it’s okay for his descendants to inherit the organization, but they don’t want it at all. They just want a woman. Now you’re asking me who to choose, and I have to ask you, too. You can’t really let Y come down like this, can you? Even if you have the courage, I can only support you mentally; I’m too cowardly, and I don’t have the courage.” Sandy Smith didn’t hold back anymore and simply laid the cards on the table with Christopher Evans.

Even a fool like her would know who to choose in this situation.

Only Mr. Evans supports himself, even Edward Jenkins’ son said to give up the fight; going up would be like sending her head on a platter.

She knows the truth that he who understands the times is a great talent.

“When Master was alive, there were less than a hundred people in W, taking only the cheap assignments, just for the organization’s survival. After Y came, the staff expanded and everyone started living a better life.”

“W was founded by Master, but it was Y who really developed it.”

Sandy Smith knew the truth in her heart.

In terms of ability, Molly Walker might not be worse than Master.

When Master was still around, the organization was just an embryo, and it was Y who expanded its influence and increased everyone’s income.

She has worked hard to make it in “W”; who would be willing to gamble their future on Christopher Evans?

“Well well well, no wonder today’s so weird, there’s a pit waiting for me to jump in!” Christopher Evans looked at them, “You guys planned this early on, right?”

His eyes swept across the room and finally fell on Michael Gallagher, “You’re in cahoots with them too, right? And I trusted you so much…I was played by you young people in the end.”

“Mr. Evans, haven’t I treated you well during these years of working together? I don’t hold your personal matters against you, but you shouldn’t do things in the name of W.” Molly Walker’s voice was gentle. “Turn yourself in.”

Mr. Evans’ pupils shrank.

She knew!

Did she find out about the things he had done?!

At that moment, all the strength in Christopher Evans’ body seemed to drain away.

He could confront Molly Walker, but none of the people here stood by his side except for him.

Especially since she knew his secrets.

He was utterly at her mercy.

He knew Molly’s character; once she found out what he had done, she wouldn’t cover for him.

She wouldn’t allow anyone in “W” to commit crimes.

There was no other way but to turn himself in.

Watching how Molly Walker left Christopher Evans speechless with just a few words, Michael Gallagher’s lips curved upward, and he tightly held her hand, giving her a thumbs up in her palm.

Molly glanced at him, then at the seeds in front of her, feeling amused.

Michael Gallagher was clearly here to watch the fun.

After Christopher Evans left dispiritedly, Molly introduced Michael Gallagher to the other members of the organization.

Everyone else only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Michael Gallagher had indeed given up his claim.

They respected Master, but it was Molly Walker they were genuinely willing to follow.

For Master’s descendants to marry their big boss, this was the best outcome.

“By the way, when are you guys getting married?” Neil Watson closed his computer with a face full of anticipation.

Molly Walker, caught off guard, glanced at Michael Gallagher, who was smirking. His magnetic voice rippled like water: “I’ll listen to her.”

Looking very much like a henpecked husband.

Molly smiled: “We haven’t thought about that now. We want to experience dating and make up for the regrets of the past.”

Neil Watson exclaimed, “Oh~” and approached Harry Lambert with a smiling face, patting his shoulder, “You were always worried about her meeting a loser, are you relieved now?”

Neil Watson’s voice was loud, and as soon as these words came out, the whole place went silent; pin-drop quiet.

Among the senior executives of “W”, there was an open secret known by almost everyone.

No. 6 had a crush on Y.

Harry Lambert was in love with Molly Walker.