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

If Michael Gallagher was that kind of person, Xavier Gallagher could have sought help from Lana Lewis instead of hiding all these years.

Although she doesn’t know what happened back then, if Michael Gallagher was that kind of person, he wouldn’t have given up everything in the Gallagher family that soon.

Her eBay post was met not with trust, but with endless curses.

Seeing those malicious words, Molly Walker’s nose felt sour.

Michael Gallagher died, and his family members left him. No one stood up for him apart from herself.

With his death, the truth was also buried.

Molly’s heart kept pounding with the thought of Xavier’s actions, and she reached the bus station without realizing it.

Suddenly, a voice called out:

“You’re Molly Walker!”

The stone stirred up thousands of waves, and suddenly everyone looked at her.

Molly Walker, the ex-wife of the murderer, Michael Gallagher?

Everyone was holding their cell phones, and Xavier was live streaming. Capital City quickly spread its news, and the appearance of Molly ignited the anger of the young people present.

“You’re still defending him even though your ex-husband is such a person. Is the human flesh bun that delicious?”

“You defend him so much, Michael Gallagher must have left you a lot of inheritance, right?”

“The person involved has come forward, and you’re still talking nonsense. Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?”

The crowd gradually gathered around her, Molly clenched her teeth and slowly retreated.

The crowd became more and more angry, and no one knew who started it – when a water bottle was thrown at her, numerous trash followed.

At the critical moment, a hand pulled her wrist and helped her dodge a water bottle.

“Get in the car.”

The man’s low voice suppressed anger.

Molly’s mind went blank. She took a glance at the man, bit her teeth and followed him into the nearby Rolls-Royce.

Behind the wheel, Zachary Jenkins wore sunglasses and a mask, his body exuding a faint chill.

Molly took a few deep breaths to regulate her breathing and softly said thanks.

Zachary Jenkins, wearing black gloves on one hand, casually rested it on the steering wheel. His head tilted slightly, “Where does Miss Thompson want to go?”

His voice was indifferent and low, with a hint of nasality, giving off a laid-back vibe.

Molly looked at the person in the rearview mirror, and the person inside was looking at her.

The thick sunglasses could not hide his soul-stealing eyes.

A stone fell into the still lake at the bottom of her heart, gently rippling, the ripples getting bigger and bigger.

Her throat was a bit hoarse: “Fu Jing Street.”

Fu Jing Street was the most prosperous street in Capital City, with a centuries-old history, and it brought together various department stores.

Zachary Jenkins didn’t say anything, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slid out smoothly.

Outside the window, there was a bustling crowd. The setting sun came through the glass window and was cut into pieces, casting a glow on her quiet side face.

“Miss Thompson.” Zachary Jenkins’ voice didn’t betray any emotion, “Do you believe what Xavier Gallagher said?”

Molly slowly raised her eyes, her long eyelashes framing a pair of clear, watery eyes.

“I don’t.”

The setting sun was a bit dazzling, and she squinted slightly: “Michael Gallagher is not that kind of person.”

She had been with him for three years and couldn’t claim to fully understand him, but she was confident in his basic character.

Michael Gallagher had many shortcomings, but he would never be so reckless with human lives.

On the surface, Michael Gallagher seemed glorious, but in reality, he had always lived in the shadow of Xavier Gallagher.

If he could trade his life for another, Michael Gallagher would definitely choose to sacrifice himself.

Thinking of the figure who had rushed towards her without hesitation, Molly pressed her lips tightly, her heart aching in waves.

Xavier Gallagher, who smeared his brother’s name to regain his status, was the real unscrupulous person.

“I didn’t expect Miss Thompson to have such faith in Michael Gallagher’s character, it’s really touching.” Zachary Jenkins’ voice did not reveal any emotion, “Now Michael has become the rat everyone wants to beat, I guess only Miss Thompson is willing to believe him.”

The last part of the voice had a tinge of sadness.

He had actually watched Xavier Gallagher’s live broadcast.

When he found out Xavier was alive, he was so happy that he couldn’t sleep all night, but as he investigated and got to know more, he discovered that Xavier had always been biding his time.

If he didn’t die, Xavier would always find a way to make him “dead” too.

In that fire, Xavier sacrificed himself to save him. By the time he left the house, it had already collapsed, and there was no way Xavier claimed he framed himself.

What exactly was Xavier’s purpose?

Why did he fake his death even though he didn’t die?

Thinking of how he and his closest brother were now strangers, Zachary Jenkins’ entire aura became terrifyingly somber.

Feeling the coldness coming from him, Molly Walker pursed her lips, and simply closed her eyes to rest.

They soon arrived at Fu Jing Street.

When the car stopped, she quickly got out. As she closed the door, Zachary Jenkins asked, “Do you really believe Michael Gallagher is a good person?”

Molly’s face paused, then she smiled, “I believe.”

If Michael were a bad person, he wouldn’t have protected her for three years of marriage.

She once thought Michael and Isabelle Richardson had teamed up to kill her grandmother until Jake Smith told her the truth.

It turned out that Michael was not involved, and the person behind the scenes seemed to be Xavier.

When Michael initially married her, he was unwilling to do so. A marriage without emotions should not expect love.

In that marriage, it was not Michael who was wrong, but her.

She was too insistent.

Molly’s heart ached slightly as she spoke softly, “Mr. Jenkins, thank you for your help.”

The conference time was approaching, and without his help, she might still be trapped at the bus stop.

Zachary Jenkins lightly hummed, and the corner of his lips rose uncontrollably.

She said she believed in him.

Those simple two words were like a blazing fire, driving away the cold he had been feeling these days.

Molly walked briskly towards another alley.

Not long after she left, Violet Summers came over hurriedly with her bag and knocked gently on the car window.

“Mr. Jenkins ”

The car window rolled down slowly. Violet Summers had dressed up for the occasion today, with heavier makeup than usual, a white fur coat draped over her shoulders, and her hair done in large wavy curls. At first glance, she appeared to have a rather bright temperament.

“Take a few steps down this alley and you’ll be there.” Violet cast a glance at the alley entrance with an intentionally pleasing tone, “My friend got us two entry tickets, so we can sneak in.”

She extended her wrist, revealing the glittering gold entry ticket at her cuff.

It was no wonder that the “W” organization even had their entry tickets made of pure gold with diamonds, completely avoiding any chance of counterfeiting.

Zachary Jenkins took off his sunglasses with one hand, revealing his handsome eyebrows and the sharp edge hidden in his elongated black pupils.

Seeing Zachary not speaking, Violet Summers’ palms started to sweat slightly.

“Mr. Jenkins, the conference is about to begin.”

Seeing that he didn’t seem to have any intention of getting out of the car, she worried that if they missed this moment, it would be difficult to get in later.

“Don’t worry, with these two tickets, no one will suspect our identities.”

She knew that Michael Gallagher wanted to know about Molly’s position and identity within the organization. As long as they stepped through the conference gates, they would understand everything about the “W” organization.

Her friend had already found out about Molly’s identity, saying her relationship with several men in the organization was ambiguous.

As she had suspected, Molly was not a decent person in the organization but had gained her position through the favors of men.

She couldn’t wait for Michael Gallagher to see just how dirty Molly was beneath her gentle and innocent appearance.

“Mr. Jenkins ”

Seeing that Zachary’s hand was still on the steering wheel and not moving, Violet Summers anxiously said, “If we don’t go in now, we won’t have time!”