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

Jeremy Norman looked up at the man approaching him, who was wearing a suit and had slightly long, linen-colored hair. Despite the mask he wore, his aura was assertive.

“Zachary Jenkins?”

Recently, the most famous man in Capital City was this linen-haired man, supposedly promoted to an incredible height by the Jenkins family.

“Ivy is my fiancée. Mr. Jenkins, if you want to dance with her, why not wait until I finish dancing with her first?” Jeremy Norman’s smile was tempered with a faint, low warning in his voice – he was the one who should have the right to dance first.

Zachary Jenkins didn’t even glance at him. His luscious lips curled into a somewhat provoking smile. “She is your fiancée, but after you are married, nobody will mind if you dance every day together. Why care about this moment? Besides, without a confirmed marriage, every man has a chance.”

He looked at Molly Walker, his tone suggestive, “Right, Miss Thompson?”

With that tone and inflection, he almost directly said that other men had a chance since they weren’t married.

She and Jeremy Norman hadn’t officially set their engagement yet, and all of Orientopia acknowledged the marriage alliance between the Thompson and Norman families, but Zachary Jenkins insisted on seizing this small oversight.

Molly Walker looked at the hand he extended, the corners of her lips raising slightly. “Mr. Jenkins, you want to dance with me?”

Zachary Jenkins nodded. “Miss Thompson, I helped you out last time, so coincidentally meeting you again, I want to invite you to another dance.”

Coincidence? There were no such coincidences.

She remembered that Mr. Jenkins had been very upset about Michael Gallagher’s treatment.

“Since he is a guest, I can fulfill Mr. Jenkins’ request, but I have one condition.” She lifted her beautiful eyes and smiled brightly, the glimmers in her eyes sparkling in the dim light like a stunning galaxy. “Today’s banquet is not a masquerade. Could Mr. Jenkins please take off his mask?”

Zachary Jenkins fell silent, and his eyes darkened under the mask.

“I was in an accident many years ago that ruined my appearance.”

Upon hearing his revelation, Molly Walker’s heart skipped a beat.

“Since Miss Thompson wants to see ” His hand went to his mask, but as he was about to remove it, Molly hurriedly said, “Never mind.”

“I’m sorry; I didn’t know your face was ruined. Since Mr. Jenkins has this condition, let’s just leave it like this.” Regretting her agreement, Molly Walker steeled herself to look at the hand he held out to her.

Could she really dance with him?

Dancing with a stranger in front of so many people could be tomorrow’s headline since so many reporters had come today.

But the hole she dug for herself

Molly gritted her teeth.

Just as she was about to place her hand in his, Zachary Jenkins abruptly withdrew his hand and changed the subject. “I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do.”

The man gave her one last look, his tone indifferent. “Miss Thompson, you’d better dance with your fiancé.”

With no hesitation, he turned and left.

Watching his tall figure retreat, Molly Walker’s face tensed involuntarily, and her trembling hand withdrew.

This scene angered Jeremy Norman, who was about to chase after Zachary Jenkins and argue with him but was stopped by Molly Walker.

“Do you know him?” Jeremy Norman asked.

The air instantly thickened, with only Zachary Jenkins’ voice echoing in her mind.

She bit her lower lip, a bitter taste spreading across her tongue.

“When I was at your store before, it was him who opened the door for me after Gillian Thompson stopped me.”

Jeremy Norman was silent, glancing at the masked man and concealing a suspicion, which he quickly suppressed.

“Let’s go. Both of our families are waiting for us.”

Neither of them was in the mood to dance any longer.

Molly Walker nodded and walked side by side with him for a few steps before hesitating to remind him. “Jeremy Norman, we ”

“I know.” His lips curved gently, his smile considerate and gentle. “My wish is simple: I just want you to be happy ”

His gaze drifted to her stomach, his voice growing even softer. “I just want both of you to be happy.”

Moved by his words, Molly Walker’s heart stirred, and her nose tingled with emotion.

Jeremy Norman had done her such a huge favor that she might never be able to repay him in her lifetime.

“Thank you.”

Jeremy Norman smiled, “Let’s go, they’re all watching us!”

Jeremy extended his arm to Molly Walker, and she smiled, taking his arm. The two walked towards their families together.

Zachary Jenkins watched them hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, as the temperature around him seemed to freeze.

“Mr. Jenkins ”

A charming female voice sounded.

Zachary withdrew his attention, and under the dim light, it was hard to discern the expression beneath his mask.

A glass of wine was passed to him, and the woman wore a black princess dress, her face radiant with laughter.

Zachary picked up his wine glass, expressionless as he clinked it with the woman’s. She burst into an even brighter smile and sat next to him, trying to drape her slender arm around him. “Mr. Jenkins, tonight ”

“Get lost!”

The woman thought she heard wrong, but when she looked again, she saw Jenkins’s eyes, handsome and cold as ice.

She shuddered.

His mood was bad! But he did clink his glass with hers

Under his harsh gaze, the frightened woman eventually stood up and left in a hurry.

Zachary swirled the wine in his glass, his gaze hazy as he looked at the couple not far away.

She was stunning today, the black dress accentuating her delicate waist and alluring curves, making one yearn to explore.

Unaware, Molly Walker, hand-in-hand with Jeremy Norman, smiled at various people, her eyes bright and enchanting.

The light reflected in his deep pupils, shimmering like a string of galaxies. He leaned back on a sofa, fiddling with his wine glass, a few mocking and cold smiles appearing at the corners of his lips.

At that moment, a low-pitched scream rang out not far away.

“Are you crazy? Are you really going to put that stuff in his wine?”

“This is my only chance. After today, he and Ivy Thompson, that bitch, will be a confirmed couple.”

The man’s wine glass paused, his chin drooping as the meaning of the words sank in.

The speakers were unaware that someone was sitting on the sofa.

The two conspired in a corner.

“I’ll distract him later, you put this in his wine, and then lead Ivy Thompson away.”

“Here’s fifteen thousand dollars as a deposit, and I’ll give you sixty thousand more once it’s done.”

Gillian Thompson’s voice was filled with deep hatred.

Did Ivy think by keeping her out, she’d stay out? Money can make the world go round; not only could she come in, she would make Ivy regret it for the rest of her life.

Gillian’s tears rolled in her eyes as she gazed at Jeremy’s tall and imposing back.

If not for desperation, she wouldn’t want to put that stuff in Jeremy’s wine. But she had no other choice.

The Leaford family wouldn’t let her in, Daniel Thompson and Phoebe Belmont’s relationship was hanging by a thread, and if she didn’t act, she would be squeezed out by Ivy’s clique and have no choice but to return to her hometown in disgrace.

Her second brother had already stopped answering her calls; she could only take the risk and go for a bold move.

Gillian didn’t realize that she and her partner were not alone in that corner; there was someone on the sofa.

Zachary Jenkins’ eyes drooped as he listened carefully to the conversation.

Drugging Jeremy Norman?

Gillian Thompson had quite a nerve. If Jeremy found out someone was plotting behind his back, who knew how furious he would be.

Once Gillian and Jeremy’s affair became public, it would turn into a major scandal for both families.

At that time, Jeremy would have no choice but to marry Gillian.

Well, there would be an interesting show tonight.

Zachary’s eyes slightly lifted, looking at the affectionate Jeremy and Molly. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips.