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

“Wait!”

With a bang, Molly heard a noise from behind her.

Turning around, she saw Daniel Thompson collapse on the ground.

Molly furrowed her brows and quickly knelt down to check on him.

Daniel Thompson’s eyes were tightly shut, and he had fallen unconscious.

Only then did she realize that Daniel looked pale and thin, as if he were seriously ill, quite unlike what he was the last time she saw him.

Molly quickly dialed the emergency center and notified the other members of the Thompson family.

Even though she didn’t like Daniel Thompson, she never thought that something like this would happen to him.

…

In the VIP private room of the hotel, with dim lights, Scarlett Jackson was slowly getting dressed.

On the bed, three men lay half-naked, gasping heavily.

The deed was already done.

These three men – one was a famous director, one had ties to both the underworld and the legitimate society, and the other was a wealthy big shot.

With just one night, these three men had to agree to her terms in the future and it also solved her current predicament.

She had lost her innocence, so she had become more open in this aspect. After all, Jerry Jenkins knew about her, and no secret is safe. Sooner or later, news of what she had done would get out.

So, she decided to make use of her advantage as soon as possible.

The cell phone rang, Scarlett glanced at it. It was a call from Bonnie Lewis.

“Scarlett, check out the trending topic. The message came out that Molly is not Stephen Crane’s successor at all. Even the official eBay favorited this rumor debunking post!” Bonnie sounded very excited.

Scarlett spoke flatly: “What does it have to do with me?”

“How could it not be related to you, you don’t have to change your last name anymore!”

Upon mentioning the change of the last name, Scarlett’s face turned extremely bad.

Ever since Molly announced the bet at the hospital last time, people in the circle had been joking about her surname.

After all, this matter was stirred up by Bonnie herself.

“Bonnie Lewis, don’t you have to change your name too? I remember, you made a bet with someone and stirred up this matter, right?” Scarlett’s voice was low. “If you still consider me as a friend, don’t mention Molly in front of me again.”

“Cough, Scarlett… I… I’m sorry…”

Without waiting for her to finish, Scarlett quickly hung up the phone.

Now, every time she hears the name Molly, she reflexively feels afraid. No matter who Molly is, she is the manager of “W”. As for being Stephen Crane’s successor, even if Molly doesn’t have this title, just having a “W” is enough to oppress her.

Thinking of those men who had humiliated her, Scarlett found it hard to breathe. It felt like a boulder was pressing on her heart, making her uncomfortable and anxious.

“What’s wrong?” The black-skinned man on the bed sat up first. Seeing her looking unwell, he lovingly touched her body.

Scarlett felt a sense of nausea and quietly removed his hand. “Sean, I just thought of a woman, feeling a bit nauseous.”

“A woman?” Sean gave a ‘heh heh’ laugh, “Is it Molly again? Do you want big brother Sean to do something to vent your anger?”

Venting anger…

Scarlett had a thought, looked at Sean’s black and thick face. She recalled the incident when Molly taught her a lesson, and it felt like being doused with a bucket of water.

“Forget it, forget it, this woman is someone neither you nor I can mess with.”

If Molly was just an ordinary woman, she wouldn’t worry about how Sean dealt with her, but Molly was the manager of “W”.

There were all competent people there, and she couldn’t afford to provoke them.

Thinking this, she felt a rush of indignation, which was irritatingly unbearable.

“I’m going out.” She casually wore a bathrobe, picked up a packet of cigarettes and walked out the door.

She took a deep breath, lit up a cigarette, slightly lifted her eyes and saw a familiar figure passing by.

Jerry Jenkins?

What was he doing there?

Scarlett’s eyelids twitched and she instinctively followed Jerry Jenkins into a room.

With a bang, Jerry Jenkins closed the door.

Scarlett pressed her ear against the door. From inside came Jerry Jenkins’ deep and impatient voice.

“Is he still investigating?”

“Yes, but we’ve destroyed the evidence, he certainly won’t find the clues left behind in the fire.”

“Don’t let him know, or else the entire Jenkins family will be ruined.” Jerry’s voice carried a hint of fatigue.

Evidence? Fire?

Scarlett’s eyes widened, she was about to lean in to listen more closely when the door suddenly opened.

Before she could pull back, Scarlett was falling forward.

Jerry Jenkins grabbed her collar and pulled her into the room.

“Scarlett Jackson?!” Jerry snarled, his stunning eyes cold as ice, “Since you’re so keen to know what we’re talking about, you might as well come in and listen.”

“No…I…” Scarlett quickly understood, her face was full of panic.

Even if she was foolish, she knew what Jerry Jenkins was doing.

She had heard something she wasn’t supposed to hear and knowing Jerry’s temper, there was a chance he might silence her for good.

“Jerry Jenkins, let me go. I have friends waiting for me in my room. If they find out I’m missing, they’ll definitely call the police…”

Jerry’s face was grim, he grabbed her neck and led her into the room.

“Call the police? Then I’ll make sure you won’t have the chance.”

Jerry’s voice sounded as if it was coming from hell.

Despair overcame Scarlett.

Her eyes turned red, and tears started to well up.

Taking a few shaky steps, no matter how much Jerry was forcing her, she kept her fingers tightly clasped on the door frame.

She couldn’t be taken away!

If she entered this room, she might not be alive tomorrow!

Tears streamed down her face. Just as her grip on the door frame started to loosen, she saw someone out of the corner of her eyes.

The woman was wearing a long windbreaker, her long hair held up by a wooden pin. Her fringe slightly covered her face, but that couldn’t hide her beauty.

Molly…

It was Molly!

Suddenly, Scarlett found strength from somewhere. She grabbed Jerry’s wrist and kicked hard at his groin.

With a muffled grunt from Jerry, he let go of her.

At this critical moment, Scarlett shouted with all her might at Molly who was passing by. “Help! Molly, save me…”

Just like a drowning person who suddenly grabs a hold of a floating log, she yelled frantically, hoping to catch Molly’s attention and thus save her life.

However, Molly seemed not to hear and kept walking forward.

This filled Scarlett with despair.

Even if Molly had heard her cry for help, she might not come to save her.

If Molly hadn’t heard, then there was even less of a reason for her to come to her aid…

Scarlett began to regret.

If only she hadn’t been so curious and had not eavesdropped.

What use was it to eavesdrop?

This secret would always be buried.