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

If Zoey got hurt because of this matchmaking attempt, her mentor would feel truly guilty.

Zoey, however, could only think of Scarlett Jackson.

She knew Scarlett Jackson quite well, especially after her cousin Ivy Thompson had come close to disaster more than once.

Scarlett Jackson was the woman Mr. Jenkins had chosen as his granddaughter-in-law.

The drug that Jerry Jenkins had slipped her had undoubtedly been a masterpiece of Scarlett’s.

Having thought of this, Zoey Lambert’s thoughts suddenly became clear.

“Zoey, do you know where that brat from the Jenkins family is now?”

“He’s in the Detention Center.”

Startled, the mentor let out a surprised, “Ah,” and fell silent for a few seconds. She then said, “It’s good that he’s locked up. It saves him from causing trouble to others.”

“Mentor, now that I’ve explained everything to you, I feel relieved. But I have some urgent matters to attend to, so I should get going…”

“Alright, go ahead. Don’t worry, I am not a stickler for traditions. Now that I know what has happened, I will never ask you about it or try to push you two together,” the mentor reassured.

After she had explained herself to her mentor, Zoey felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest.

She greatly admired and respected her mentor, who has guided her through all her academic endeavours, from studying for her masters, to getting a PhD, and then going onto further education. She owed her mentor a debt of gratitude.

Perhaps this was why Scarlett Jackson had targeted her mentor.

Luckily, she had found the root of the problem now.

Meanwhile, Molly Walker, who was in the middle of handling some work-related matters at the Lambert family’s house, had received Zoey’s message as soon as she had finished her work.

Scarlett Jackson…

Molly narrowed her eyes.

Because of Edward Jenkins, and the unclear entanglement between Scarlett Jackson and Michael Gallagher, Molly had only warned Scarlett and not taken any action against her.

She thought that Scarlett might only pose a threat to her. But who would have thought that Scarlett would dare to hurt her cousin Zoey?

Molly wasn’t afraid of Scarlett, nor did she shy away from confrontations. But what Scarlett shouldn’t have done was harm Molly’s loved ones.

Molly picked up her foldable phone, opened it, and it turned into a tablet.

This was a yet-to-be-released product from the tech company under “W”.

She rapidly typed out a few commands and within seconds, had found Scarlett Jackson’s current location.

In this age of freely available information, tracking a person wasn’t difficult.

She dialed a number and commanded, “Find Scarlett Jackson for me. Keep an eye on her at the Jackson family’s villa.”

After hanging up the call, she stood up and wiped her hands, her face turning cold.

In the past, she was heavily pregnant and couldn’t move around freely. But now, she was unencumbered. It was about time she settled the score with Scarlett Jackson.

…

Meanwhile, in the Jackson family’s villa, Scarlett Jackson was idly stroking a small Leopard Cat while she received a foot massage from a servant.

Just then, the housekeeper knocked on the door and asked, “Miss, Violet Summers has come again to see you. She says she has an urgent matter to discuss.”

Scarlett lifted her eyes and stroked the cat in front of her helplessly, “I don’t want to hear it. Tell her to stop bothering me.”

Ever since Michael Gallagher gave up on fighting for “W”, she had decided not to meet anyone.

Violet Summers was here probably to enquire about Michael Gallagher again.

Even Scarlett herself hadn’t been able to figure out what Michael Gallagher was thinking.

Just thinking about how she had given up a real painting by Nathan Parker made her wince painfully.

“She hasn’t left yet… She said that if you refuse to meet her, she will not leave. She said that she has a secret that concerns Ivy Thompson and needs to tell you directly.”

Remembering Violet Summers’ certainty and persistence, the housekeeper felt a little helpless.

Despite all his words of persuasion, Violet just refused to leave.

Seeing the housekeeper like this, Scarlett Jackson frowned in discontent.

This Violet Summers truly lacked self-awareness. Even in her current state, she refused to leave.

But Scarlett knew, if Violet wasn’t allowed to see her, she would not just give up.

“Let her in,” said Scarlett with a full face of disgust, not bothering to hide her disdain.

Violet had some value before, but now she was just an annoyance.

What could Ivy Thompson possibly have up her sleeve now? She had miscarried. What more could come from her?

Upon hearing Scarlett’s concession, the housekeeper hurriedly rushed out to welcome the important guest in.

When Violet walked in, she immediately noticed Scarlett’s relaxed demeanor.

Michael Gallagher’s withdrawal hadn’t affected Scarlett, but it had turned her life upside down.

Christopher Evans had had thugs hassle her for several days, demanding compensation. She was penniless, so where could she find the money to pay him?

If anyone was to blame for this situation, it was Scarlett. And if anyone was to compensate, it should also be Scarlett.

Thinking about Molly Walker’s current status, Violet felt both envious and jealous.

As the head of “W”, she would have endless wealth and prestige for her entire life.

She admitted, she could not compare to Molly. Heck, she could never even keep up with her footsteps.

Seeing Scarlett’s leisurely appearance, a wave of complacency swirled at the bottom of Violet’s heart.

Scarlett didn’t know Molly’s identity yet. If she knew Molly was the manager of “W” and that Michael Gallagher had given up taking over “W” for Molly, Scarlett would definitely collapse.

“Speak, what is it?” Scarlett put the cat down and rubbed her fingers.

Her nails were shiny, sparkling with real diamonds. They were dazzling and eye-catching.

The room was decorated with products from the last era and many European antiques. Everything was exquisite and extremely luxurious.

“There is something I have to tell you.” Violet curled her lips, barely suppressing the scoff deep in her heart, “Do you know about Ivy Thompson’s other identity?”

“What identity?” Scarlett didn’t even look up, “Aside from her identity as an adopted daughter of a garbage picking old woman, and the fourth daughter of the Thompson family, what other identity could she have?”

Scarlett did not want to admit that Molly was Michael Gallagher’s ex-wife.

She loved Michael Gallagher. Molly lost her baby, so she and Michael Gallagher had absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore.

Anything more was just past sentiments from their shared life.

She had already investigated. It had been an accident between Molly and Michael during their three years of marriage, and it only happened because Michael’s mother had drugged them. There wouldn’t be any feelings from just that one time, would there?

Michael didn’t even show his most primitive desire towards Molly. Divorcing her, at most he might feel some lingering attachment, but it would disappear eventually over time.

“Stop beating around the bush, hurry up and say it.” Seeing the glee Violet could barely hide, Scarlett felt somewhat dissatisfied, almost as if she were being laughed at.

She didn’t like this look in Violet’s eyes.

Violet elongated her words: “You would never guess, her other identity is the leader of W.”

“…” Scarlett paused, then burst into laughter, “Violet Summers, have you gone mad? How could she possibly be the boss of W! Have you forgotten? She was nearly killed by Isabelle Richardson, do you think the manager of W would be such a weakling? Don’t forget how she couldn’t even protect her grandmother, could someone like that be in a position of power in W? This is too ridiculous!”

Scarlett believed that Violet was losing her mind out of desperation, enough to create such a preposterous lie.

“I know you won’t believe me.” Violet wasn’t angry, she looked at Scarlett deep in thought, “When I saw her at the organization’s meeting, I was even more shocked and upset than you could ever be.”

There was loneliness and sadness in Violet’s voice, but not a shred of hesitation.

She had been just as Scarlett is now before, thinking everything was fake.

But the more adamant she was, the harder it hit her in the face.

“Scarlett Jackson, this time, we’ve bitten off more than we can chew.”