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

Inside the room, Daniel Thompson sat in a chair with a worried expression. As she entered, his eyes brightened.

Isabelle’s heart skipped a beat as she handed over the contract in her hands: “Uncle Thompson, this is the contract I have drafted.” Daniel Thompson didn’t speak.

Feeling uneasy, she placed the contract on the table.

After a few dozen seconds of silence, just as Isabelle was feeling awkward, Daniel Thompson finally looked up at her.

“Isabelle, you and Joshua have known each other since you were children, right?”

Isabelle was slightly surprised, then nodded: “We have always enjoyed arguing with each other since we were young, and everyone said we were a happy enemy.”

She smiled generously, her innocent and naive eyes appearing pure and harmless.

It was difficult to believe that such a person would do such a thing.

Daniel Thompson had doubts in his heart and was also weighing his options.

Isabelle’s heart pounded, and her palms were already sweaty.

Daniel Thompson did not discuss work, just asked about her relationship with Joshua Thompson.

Once she thought about the wrong thing, she became afraid of being haunted, and couldn’t sleep.

She had already had the driver silenced, and apart from Gillian Thompson, no one should know she was the mastermind.

Thinking about this, her tense heart relaxed a bit.

She mustered up her courage and reminded him: “Uncle Thompson, Gabriel said you have agreed to cooperate with us, but it seems you are not interested in the contract.”

“Is it because I didn’t do well and you’re not satisfied?”

She had been here for a while, but Daniel Thompson hadn’t mentioned the contract, which made her increasingly uneasy.

“Uncle Thompson, don’t you intend to cooperate… Is Gabriel lying to me?” After she mentioned Gillian Thompson, Daniel Thompson’s expression changed as expected.

Isabelle seized the opportunity and pushed the contract in front of him.

Daniel Thompson hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the pen…

Below Thompson Tower, Molly Walker suddenly remembered something.

Would Daniel Thompson be foolish enough to let Isabelle know about the recording?

Harry Lambert said the person would turn themselves in tomorrow, and if Isabelle knew the person wasn’t dead, she would definitely do something to interfere.

This was a crucial step in taking down Isabelle, and no mistakes could be made.

Just in case, Molly started to head back.

Michael Gallagher and his assistant happened to come out of another elevator.

The assistant pointed at Molly’s back in a low voice: “Mr. Gallagher, is that Miss Walker?”

Michael looked at her. The black cotton-padded jacket wrapped her into a small ball, making her petite figure even more obvious. Her long legs strode quickly, and her long hair whipped around her waist in a beautiful arc, attracting many people’s attention.

Michael squinted his eyes and pursed his lips.

After their divorce, her dressing style had changed. When she was with him, she dressed modestly like a good girl, but now, she was like a gorgeous rose, dressing flamboyantly.

She was already beautiful, and when she blossomed, she was like a spotlight, beautiful and eye-catching.

“What is Miss Walker doing here?” the assistant was puzzled, especially when Molly skillfully swiped her card to enter the building, making her look like a relative of the Thompson family.

Michael remembered the night he was drunk, and she hurried over to watch the drama.

The assistant later explained to him that it was Molly who was afraid he would have a relationship with Isabelle and deliberately took a taxi over.

Knowing she cared about him, the discomfort he felt that night seemed to fade.

Ever since she proposed the divorce, he had deliberately ignored any news about her.

What he couldn’t ignore was the dream he had of their first time every night.

It was like entering a nightmare, making him both restless and irritated. Watching Molly enter the elevator, Michael subconsciously followed her in.

“Mr. Gallagher…” The assistant was shocked.

Michael glanced indifferently: “I haven’t seen Uncle Thompson for a long time, and I happen to be free today, so I’ll visit him.”

Assistant: “But you just saw him two days ago…”

The rest of the words were stuck in her throat due to Michael Gallagher’s cold gaze.

Molly Walker arrived at Daniel Thompson’s floor, just as Isabelle Richardson came towards her.

“You’re here to see Mr. Thompson? Too bad, he’s already gone downstairs.”

Isabelle waved the contract in front of her, proudly saying, “The contract is signed and our Richardson family is about to cooperate with the Thompson family. No, to be precise, with Gillian Thompson because Daniel has handed this project over to Gillian.”

With a ‘boom,’ Molly’s ears were buzzing from Isabelle’s words.

She couldn’t describe the feeling; even though she had expected it, she was still overwhelmed by disappointment and sadness.

The feeling was like being buried in mud and sand after falling from a great height, plunging to the deepest depth.

Seeing her pale face, Isabelle felt refreshed.

“Uncle Thompson was initially hesitant, but the moment he received a phone call from Gillian, he signed the contract immediately.” She ‘tsk-tsked’ and gloated, “You and Joshua combined are not as good as Gillian.”

So what if Ivy Thompson? She would still be trampled under Gillian’s feet.

If she had known Molly wasn’t important, she wouldn’t have even needed to hire someone to kill.

Who knew that this biological daughter would be so worthless?

Isabelle laughed out loud.

Molly looked at the contract in Isabelle’s hand and her head felt a little dizzy.

Disappointment, distress, all wrapped around her.

Daniel didn’t believe her.

She had been worried that Daniel would use the recording, but it turned out that he hadn’t ever believed the recording.

She was too naive.

Molly entered the elevator in a daze, not even hearing what Isabelle said to her. She hadn’t had breakfast and had rushed to the Thompson family as soon as she woke up. With her bad mood and low blood sugar, she felt even worse. When the elevator doors opened, she heard Isabelle call out “Michael.”

She tried to raise her eyes and met a pair of deep, ink-colored pupils.

Then, her legs went weak, and she lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she was in the hospital.

Molly was stunned and instinctively touched her belly.

“Awake?” The deep metallic sound of Michael Gallagher’s voice rang out.

His deep eyes were like a dark pool, black, shiny, and bottomless.

Molly quickly averted her gaze, whispering, “What did the doctor say?” Her heart thumped furiously.

She didn’t know what tests the hospital had done on her, but what she was most concerned about was whether her pregnancy had been exposed or not.

The last person she wanted to know about her pregnancy was Michael Gallagher.

Once divorced, there was no possibility of remarriage. But with Michael’s character, he would never allow his own bloodline to be left outside.

Seeing her avoiding his gaze, Michael’s eyes deepened.

“The doctor said you are malnourished and need to supplement your nutrition.”

Molly stared blankly, just as she was about to ask more questions, an argument came from outside the door.

“Let me in!”

“Michael Gallagher, get your bodyguard out of here! ”

“Molly! It’s me, are you okay?”

It was Joshua.

He had a bandage wrapped around his head and was clearly in pain, but he still tried to rush inside.

Apart from him, Damian and Nicholas were also nearby, their faces filled with anxiety.

Seeing them, Molly’s heart warmed.

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed, not understanding why so many people had come all of a sudden..