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

Michael Gallagher’s face gradually stiffened, eventually flushing red, “You…you knew?”

“Michael Gallagher, if you want to join me then be bold about it, we’re old married folk, there’s no need to be shy…” Molly playfully hooked her arm around his neck, grinning.

There was a hint of jest in her words, she just couldn’t stand seeing the look of loss on Michael’s face.

Every time she saw him downtrodden, she found it unbearable.

Everyone said she’d had a harsh life, but the one who had suffered the most, she realized, was Michael.

It was the Jenkins family who finally broke him.

His “fake death”, his “rebirth”, everything he had given up, was utterly destroyed by the Jenkins family.

Just thinking about what Jerry Jenkins had done, Molly clenched her teeth.

She had promised her master, she wouldn’t touch the Jenkins family, let alone lay a hand on them, otherwise, at the moment Mr. Jenkins had taken action against her uncle, she would have retaliated.

Although she couldn’t touch them, she could still cause some discomfort for the Jenkins family.

How should she teach Jerry a lesson?

Molly chuckled malevolently.

“What are you laughing at?” Michael pinched her nose and led her into the car.

When they reached the car, he picked her up and settled her into the seat, as if unwilling to let her expend any energy.

Molly didn’t head to a hotel, instead leading Michael to a small western-style building she had bought.

Although the property was in her name, it had always been managed by No. 6, who had been gradually transferring the assets into her name since their last meeting.

Since she wasn’t afraid of revealing her identity, naturally she wasn’t afraid of revealing her assets either.

This house was the first to be transferred into her name.

As she opened the door, Michael entered the room almost glued to her.

Looking up at him, Molly felt his gaze was piercing.

This wasn’t the first time.

The last time was after drinking wine treated by her mother-in-law, her head was foggy the whole time, and she couldn’t sense much.

They say it hurts the first time, but she didn’t feel it.

After taking a shower, Molly got into her pajamas and lay on the bed reading a book.

The sound of water flowing from the bathroom snapped Molly from her trance, realizing what she’d done.

She had invited Michael over to sleep.

She bundled herself in a blanket, feeling uneasy.

Just then, the sound of her cell phone ringing broke the silence.

Molly looked at it, it was Daniel Thompson.

Just as she was about to hang up, a WhatsApp message from Daniel popped up: “I’m in the hotel downstairs, and I need to see you urgently.”

Molly frowned, and the next second, another message from Daniel came: “I saw you and that Gallagher brat entering the building. I’m in the International Cloud Hotel downstairs. Either you come down, or I come up.”

It was indeed the International Cloud downstairs.

By the time Michael emerged, Molly had already changed into a new set of clothes, and gave a resigned laugh, “Daniel Thompson is downstairs.”

Michael nodded: “That’s good. Bailey just called me about how to approach the A-level project in Sunnydale City. I need to head back to the Gallagher family.”

“Alright.” Molly couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or nervous as she looked down. Michael lifted her chin, and his warm lips touched hers, “Remember, you owe me.”

Molly couldn’t help but laugh.

Mentioning the A-level project in Sunnydale City, Molly remembered her older brother was also bidding for it.

This was the first major project her brother had bid for since taking over Thompson Group. It would determine if he could appease the elders on the board.

Although Michael Gallagher appointed Daniel Thompson as his successor, the transition was without objections from the other inheritors. Nevertheless, questions about whether Daniel was capable enough were bound to surface.

Damian Thompson was bound to secure the A-tier project.

“Does Bailey Gallagher also want to get in on the A-tier project?” Molly Walker casually asked.

“He wants to try managing a project. I neither encourage nor discourage him.” Thinking of his assistant Brian Lewis’s report, Michael Gallagher felt much more relaxed.

Although young, Bailey Gallagher was doing a lot under the guidance of Brian Lewis.

Brian always knew Michael was alive and would often consult him on serious matters.

These past days, Michael had witnessed Bailey’s capabilities.

Although young, Bailey was quick to learn and even demonstrated holistic thinking; disregarding his age, he often exceeded expectations.

“My brother, Damian, also wants to secure this project.” Molly chuckled, “Bailey will have quite a few competitors then.”

Molly knew that Michael was merely interested in nurturing Bailey at an early stage.

Thinking of Bailey, who lost his parents, Molly sighed.

From a child’s perspective, losing parents at such an early age, especially parents like his, he was bound to face some discrimination and hurt from classmates while growing up.

However, these experiences were inducing rapid growth in Bailey.

“Participation is key.” Michael’s voice softened, “Your brother, Damian, is exceptional in securing projects, but Bailey is too young. This competition can be a valuable experience for him.”

The result of a mere child competing against Damian Thompson was all too predictable.

As Molly was descending the stairs with Michael, she saw Daniel Thompson approaching.

Dressed in a black jacket and sporting a black woolly hat, Daniel had a curved back. A few strands of grey hair peeked beneath his hat. He seemed quite haggard.

Seeing Molly, Daniel’s tense expression relaxed abruptly: “Let’s talk upstairs.”

Saying this, Daniel stepped into the elevator first.

Raising her eyebrows, Molly waved goodbye to Michael and followed Daniel upstairs.

Daniel took out a room card and opened a door to a presidential suite.

Molly was quite surprised. She hadn’t expected Daniel to be staying in a hotel upon his return to Sunnydale.

Daniel’s expression instantly became grave.

“You’ve heard about your mom wanting to divorce me?”

In recent times, every time he went home Amanda Leaford would talk about divorcing him. He had agreed to this when they were in Capital City, but he was having second thoughts now.

As someone past fifty, a divorce would be a matter of public embarrassment.

“You should talk to your mom. We are both getting old. I haven’t betrayed her in any way. She has always liked you. I am sure she will listen to you. Please ask her to stop being upset with me.”

Having heard this, Molly finally understood. Daniel wanted her to convince their mother not to divorce him.

“Is this what you wanted to talk about?” Molly laughed, “This is between the two of you. I can’t meddle and I don’t intend to.”

“Molly, after all, I am your father!” Daniel lowered his voice with a frown, his eyes wrinkling in the corner, “What good would my divorce do for you? If we divorce, I may start another family and my assets would be theirs. However, if I don’t divorce, you would inherit half of my assets.”

Daniel sighed, “I know you dislike me. I have repented. I admit it was wrong of me to favour Gabriel. I hope you will allow me a chance to compensate for you and your mother. Couldn’t we just live the rest of our days in peace as a family?”

Daniel was sincere in his plea.

These days, he was losing sleep and appetite, resulting in a rapid decline in his physical health.

Just today, while walking down the street, an old Chinese doctor told him that his days were numbered.

Although he didn’t believe it and even scolded the man, he had always been superstitious. Seeing Molly and Michael together, he figured he should give it a try.

As long as he could convince Molly, he believed Amanda would drop the idea of divorcing him.

The fear of death made him more attentive towards his wife.

In old age, all one yearned for was a life partner, isn’t it?

He knew he had wronged Molly. So, now he was here to apologise in hopes of earning her forgiveness.