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

“What are you afraid of? You were so calm just now, but now you’re scared.” Molly Walker sneered, picked up the bag, and played with it for a bit, “This is what you gave to Jerry Jenkins, it doesn’t look like much from the outside, but it’s like you’re risking your life.”

“Of course it’s risking my life.” Underneath Scarlett’s seemingly calm eyes hid a frenetic emotion, “Ivy Thompson, if you make me eat this, I will drag you down with me.”

She had bought this from the internet after a friend introduced it to her. She had seen her friend use it on his own girlfriend, and it took only half a minute to take effect, almost causing madness.

If she ate it, within a minute, everyone here would witness her embarrassment.

She would rather die than eat it.

However, her reaction deepened Molly’s suspicions.

This bag was found in Jerry Jenkins’ car. She had taken it to the hospital, and even the hospital couldn’t identify it. But some of the ingredients were discovered by No. 6.

She was just trying to see Scarlett’s reaction but now it was clear that this was likely some sort of sedative.

Scarlett was really pulling out all the stops against her cousin.

Molly laughed coldly and handed the bag to the men beside her: “Make her eat it, make it quick.”

“Ivy Thompson! I dare you!” Scarlett, scared, shrank back, her delicate face trembling as people closed in on her.

“What are you doing?”

Suddenly, a stern voice came from upstairs.

Dylan Jackson strode down the stairs with brisk steps, his weatherworn face darkened and his eyebrows furrowed, clearly in a bad mood.

Just now, he received news that the company’s most important partners suddenly wanted to terminate their contracts. This year’s performance and revenue were all dependent on these partners, accounting for seventy percent. If they withdrew, the entire company would be in jeopardy.

Last time, when the same thing happened to the Leaford family, he was laughing, not expecting this to happen to his own company so soon.

Hearing Scarlett’s screams, he was in a bad mood and wanted to scold her, but was shocked by the scene downstairs.

At the door stood more than a dozen bodyguards in black, and surrounded in the middle was his daughter, Scarlett.

Scarlett looked back, saw her father, and her fear turned into pleas for help, her voice sobbing, “Dad, save me! This woman wants to force-feed me with a sedative!”

Upon hearing this, Dylan’s face darkened, and his spirited eyes swept across the room, landing on Molly.

She was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, paired with a simple white knitted vest, and straight pants that made her legs appear even longer.

Despite being just a young girl, she was very bold and not afraid at all when she saw him.

He recognized this girl from the recent uproar in the media, and the business circle had also heard of her.

“You’re Daniel Thompson’s daughter?” Dylan sized her up, his tone unfriendly, “I know you’ve got skills, but this is my house. Isn’t this a bit too impolite?”

With his words, Dylan was only a step away from writing “ill-mannered” across his face.

“Mr. Jackson, perhaps you don’t know what your daughter has done?” Molly Walker smiled, not intimidated but taking the initiative.

Dylan’s gaze darkened, as he glanced at his daughter with a gloomy expression.

Scarlett’s expression was a bit panicked, not able to control herself.

Her father had entrusted the “W” matter to her, but not only did she fail to handle it, she also provoked Molly’s other identity.

If her father knew about her attempts to bring Jerry Jenkins and Zoey Lambert together behind his back, he would probably skin her alive.

Scarlett’s expression caught Dylan’s eye, and he instantly guessed that his daughter must have done something, or else the other party wouldn’t bring so many bodyguards over.

“I’m usually busy with work and rarely manage my daughter’s whereabouts. So why don’t you tell me, why do you want Scarlett to eat the sedative? Orientopia is a country governed by law, and I can call the police to have you arrested for this.”

Seeing Dylan Jackson seemed receptive, Molly Walker recounted Scarlett Jackson’s scheme against Zoey Lambert, especially when she mentioned the poisoning, Dylan’s face darkened considerably.

He glanced at his daughter and scolded her sternly, “Is this true? Did you actually do this?”

“Jerry Jenkins asked for my help, and I couldn’t think of any other way.” Scarlett’s tears fell “pitter-patter”, and her stifled sobs were heartbreaking.

Dylan stared at his daughter in frustration and then looked apologetically at Molly, “It’s indeed my daughter’s fault, but in the end, there were no dire consequences. We are all prominent figures in Capital City, and it would be disgraceful to cause a scene. So, I’ll have Scarlett bring a gift to the Leaford family tomorrow to apologize and compensate for this.”

Molly smirked, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes, “Mr. Jackson’s solution is very simple, and it doesn’t punish Scarlett at all.”

“What kind of punishment do you want?” Dylan glanced at the small medicine packet, his serious expression tinged with a hint of harshness, “Do you want the favor to be returned? Ivy Thompson, my daughter was wrong, but I will not allow her to eat this.”

“Accept this method of apology if you’re willing, but if you aren’t, the Jackson family isn’t afraid to make things difficult.”

Dylan’s patience wore thin as Molly kept pushing.

A young girl, for some reason, got involved with the “W” organization and tried to climb the ranks, arrogant and unyielding.

But very soon, the management position in “W” would change hands, so he wasn’t too afraid.

As for the Leaford and Thompson families, he wasn’t concerned due to his extensive connections and background in Capital City for many years.

In a real fight, the Leaford family could only bow before the Jacksons.

Seeing her father defend her, Scarlett’s fear visibly subsided.

She proudly looked at Molly, unable to hide her smugness.

This Molly, so foolish to come to her house to bully her, as if the Jackson family were a bunch of pushovers.

Seeing this scene, Violet Summers, who was watching from the side, felt disappointed.

Molly brought so many people, and Violet thought she had some leverage against the Jackson family. But after all the drama, they still couldn’t overpower them.

If it hadn’t been for Dylan’s presence, things might have been different. Unfortunately, with the CEO of such a large company present, how could they possibly bully his daughter?

“Sorry, I don’t accept.” Molly stood straight, ditching her earlier amicable demeanor and giving a wry smile instead.

No wonder his daughter turned out like Scarlett. If Dylan had a better attitude, Molly would have considered being more lenient on Scarlett today, but since he acted this way, Molly had no choice but to be ruthless.

“Today, Scarlett must eat this, or else I’ll make the Jackson Group disappear.”

At Molly’s words, Dylan instantly thought of the recent troubles in his company.

“It was you?”

No wonder the partners were willing to pay contract penalties to break off their contracts with the Jackson Group. Someone was meddling behind the scenes.

“Ivy Thompson, we have no grievances with you, so why target the Jackson Group? Do you know how many people rely on our company for their livelihoods, and how many you would make jobless?” Dylan was both furious and exasperated, having never imagined that a young girl like Molly would bring him to his knees.

“Mr. Jackson, you overthink things; they won’t be jobless, they’ll just change bosses.” Molly retorted, her voice gentle yet firm, “Mr. Jackson, shouldn’t you be worried about the company’s situation right now?”

“There are many things in this world that can be resolved with money. I’m willing to pay tenfold the contractual penalties for them to partner with even larger companies. Don’t you think they’d be willing to go for that?”

Dylan’s face turned pale.

The contract penalty was already considerable; at ten times the amount, it would be astronomical.

She was right; money could solve anything, and as long as there was enough of it, there would be no corner too hard to chip away.

Even if he knew the reason behind it, there would be no way to stop it.

As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food. In the end, they couldn’t help but blame their lack of funds.

Standing up against Molly was like punching a cotton-padded jacket, which forced Dylan to take the girl before him seriously.

“What do you really want?” </p