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

Her dad’s company is in trouble?

Her heart skipped a beat, and she anxiously looked at Molly Walker, only to find her staring back motionlessly.

Molly’s lips parted slightly: “I want her to eat this packet of medicine.”

“No…” Scarlett tearfully looked at her father, “Dad, I can’t eat it. I haven’t had a child or a boyfriend yet, and I can’t eat this kind of thing in front of so many people.”

She realized then that Molly still had a backup plan, aiming to make her swallow that substance.

No wonder Molly brought so many male bodyguards; they were not Molly’s hired thugs, but they came to watch the show!

“Dad, you can’t agree to her…”

“Shut up.” Dylan Jackson’s face turned black with anger.

Molly’s actions were like holding his Achilles’ heel, and even if he didn’t want to, she insisted on doing it.

“Miss Thompson, let’s talk about this again. I only have one daughter. You can vent your anger in other ways, not necessarily this one.” Dylan Jackson realized Molly’s power, and his tone became more conciliatory.

However, Molly remained unmoved: “If she doesn’t eat it, I will continue to poach your company’s clients.”

Dylan Jackson wanted to say something, but the phone rang.

To ease the tense atmosphere, Dylan Jackson answered the call, and his face visibly turned ugly after listening to the secretary’s report.

After hanging up, the last bit of luck in Dylan Jackson’s heart disappeared completely.

The secretary said that 90% of the company’s clients had been poached away.

These people were willing to pay millions of dollars in contract penalties, and some even offered to double the penalties, making Jackson Group a hot potato.

“I underestimated you.” Dylan Jackson sighed, not expecting such ruthless tactics from such a young person.

He glanced at his daughter, struggling on his face.

As she looked into her father’s face, Scarlett’s mind went blank, like a thunderbolt exploding in her ears.

Would her father really agree to Molly’s terms?

“Dad, Dad, I’m your daughter! You can’t listen to her. If I eat this, it will be your face that I lose in the end.” Scarlett didn’t know if it was because of fear or anxiety, but her shoulders couldn’t help but tremble.

With so many people here, she couldn’t eat such a thing even if it killed her.

“Mr. Jackson, your company is in this state, and you still can’t make up your mind?”

Molly’s gentle voice was like a sharp knife, cutting into Scarlett’s heart.

Dylan Jackson’s eyes were dark and gloomy as he stared deeply at his daughter.

“Scarlett, you’re my only daughter. The company’s situation is also your responsibility…”

“No, I can’t eat it!” Scarlett angrily looked at her father, “Dad, I’m your daughter! How could you treat me like this?”

“This medicine won’t harm your life. I only have you as a descendant, and the company will be yours anyway after…” Dylan Jackson was just about to persuade her, but Scarlett interrupted him with a furious shout.

“Even if I swallow it, the company won’t be mine alone!” Scarlett closed her eyes, tears flowing through the cracks. “I know you have an illegitimate child.”

“Dad, don’t lie to me anymore. Your company is important, but my reputation is also very important.”

If she ate this substance in front of so many people, her whole life would be ruined.

Not to mention Zachary Jenkins, even an ordinary man wouldn’t want her in the future.

“If you want me to eat it, fine, then I’ll die in front of you.” Scarlett dashed towards the wall…

No one stopped her. Scarlett cried out as she collided with the wall, and stars appeared before her eyes.

She did not die.

She couldn’t.

But the pain was like worms, drilling crazily into her brain.

Violet Summers looked at Scarlett as if she was an idiot, feeling ashamed for her stupidity.

“Scarlett Jackson, there are many ways to seek death, but hitting the wall is the most foolish.” Molly couldn’t help but laugh at Scarlett’s actions.

Drama-induced brain damage, Scarlett actually believed she could die by hitting the wall.

Just then, a bodyguard came forward, pried open Scarlett’s mouth, and poured the powder inside.

Seeing this movement, Violet’s face turned green and then white.

When she glanced at Molly again, she found that Molly’s expression remained unchanged, her heart cold indeed.

Terrible, too terrible.

She even felt some relief for Isabelle Richardson. If Isabelle was still alive, she was afraid she would have been tormented to death by Molly.

The difference between Molly before and after revealing her identity was too great, so much that Violet could hardly keep up.

Before the exposure, Molly was generous, gentle, and forbearing.

After the exposure, she was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, harsh and precise.

Violet made up her mind to apologize sincerely to Molly later, hoping that she could forgive her.

She must not offend the wrong person, like Scarlett did.

The moment Scarlett swallowed the powder, she reached out to furiously scratch her throat. But it was too late.

The substance slid down her saliva and entered her stomach.

Soon, Scarlett’s face turned red, like a cooked shrimp.

She growled a few times, and quickly began to undress.

Her other hand was also not idle, reaching and touching everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Dylan Jackson’s face immediately crumbled.

While knowing it wasn’t something good, he didn’t expect it to take effect so quickly.

He told the trembling servant beside him, “Hurry up and send her back to her room.”

Otherwise, he would lose all his dignity.

The servants quickly tried to restrain Scarlett, but she undressed too fast and released her last piece of clothing.

Dylan Jackson quickly took off his own clothes and threw them on Scarlett.

“Hurry and find her a man outside.”

“Dad, one is not enough, two, two…”

Scarlett’s hoarse voice was not soft, and everyone could hear.

There were no words to describe the rage and embarrassment on Dylan Jackson’s face.

He took a deep breath before turning to Molly: “Miss Thompson, now are you satisfied?”

His daughter acted like this in front of dozens of people, not just a stain on his life, but a humiliation that he could not rest in peace until he died.

“I am satisfied, but my cousin won’t be, nor will my uncle.” Molly remained unmoved.

She didn’t expect that Dylan Jackson would go to such lengths for his company.

Her tactics, most effectively applied, were learned from Mr. Jenkins.

“I will discipline my daughter for her actions, but Miss Thompson, remember that you have offended me today,” Dylan Jackson glanced at the bodyguards she brought, “I know you are a senior executive in ‘W.’ As long as you move your fingers a little, my daughter is no match for you. But don’t be too proud too soon; it’s still uncertain who will take ‘W’ in the end. Be careful not to fall from a height, then no one can save you.”