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

Samuel Richardson was generous, his speech full of bravado.

If it were anyone else, they would certainly be overjoyed. However, Gillian Thompson seemed to have thought of something — her breath hitched. “Forget it, just give it all to Ethan when the time comes, I don’t need it.”

If Thompson Group were to go bankrupt and she became a stakeholder in Richardson Tower, anyone could guess what had happened.

“What, are you afraid of the Thompson family?” Samuel Richardson chuckled darkly. “Rest assured, as soon as this venture is revealed, no company will be able to hold steady. Even if you don’t want to be in the spotlight, they’ll suspect you sooner or later.”

“Miss Thompson, once you board this ship, you won’t be able to get off.”

Upon hearing these words, Gillian Thompson’s heart trembled slightly, and her eyes turned slightly red.

All she could think of was how well the Thompson family had treated her in the past.

After handing the materials over to Samuel Richardson, she had been in agony.

“I’m just trying to help Ethan. I don’t want to be on anyone’s ship,” she said. After finishing, Gillian Thompson hung up the phone hastily.

A busy signal came through from the other side.

With the USB stick clutched in his hand — Samuel Richardson’s eyes flashed with bitter resentment.

Ivy Thompson had caused the death of his daughter and brought sanctions against his company. For this vengeance, he wouldn’t just settle it — he intended to take it a step further.

He wanted the Thompson family to know what it felt like to lose the most important thing.

“Mr. Richardson, there are some guests outside,” the housekeeper walked in, his voice somewhat trembling.

These days, Samuel Richardson was constantly berating his employees. All the servants of the Richardson family who could leave had left; none of them were willing to stay.

Everyone felt that the Richardson family was on a fast track to ruin.

They all knew that Isabelle’s death in prison was just the first step — next was the demise of Samuel Richardson.

The housekeeper also had a new job lined up, waiting to take the money and run after the end of the month.

As the housekeeper sighed and turned to leave, Samuel Richardson abruptly called out to him. “Old Gu, how long have you been with our family?”

The housekeeper Old Gu’s body shook slightly. “Ten years.”

“Ten years…” Samuel Richardson sighed deeply. “That’s long enough to have seen me rise from rags to riches.”

Old Gu nodded.

Samuel Richardson pulled a card from his bag. “Here’s one hundred fifty thousand dollars — it’s your annual bonus this year.”

The staid housekeeper’s complexion changed at the sight of the card. “Mr. Richardson, what is the meaning of this?”

“Just take it. I know I’ve been short-tempered these days, and you’ve had to put up with it. But soon, we’re all going to be living the good life!” Samuel Richardson said, his face flushed with excitement at the prospect of a bright future.

With the current state of the Richardson family, it didn’t mean much. But if he could swallow up the Thompson family, everything of theirs would be his.

Once that happened, not to mention one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, even one and a half million or fifteen million wouldn’t matter.

He’d been coveting everything the Thompson family had because the Thompson family was the richest family in Sunnydale.

Although Sunnydale did not rank highly among the provinces in Orientopia, it was a province rich in resources. Apart from Capital City and Seaport City, Sunnydale was the wealthiest.

Seeing his tension and excitement, Old Gu remained indifferent. However, the sum of one hundred fifty thousand did indeed strike him profoundly.

His annual bonus was usually two months’ salary. The most he’d ever received was the first year that the Richardson family squeezed into the top five families in Sunnydale, when they gave him a bonus of fifteen thousand dollars. After that, there were no more good years.

For an ordinary person like him, one hundred fifty thousand was an unfathomable figure.

“Come on, don’t turn me down. Just take it and bring the guests in.” Samuel Richardson pushed the card into his hand and leisurely sat on the sofa to drink tea.

Samuel Richardson hadn’t gotten a chance to react when Emma Smith walked in.

“Samuel Richardson, where are my mother and grandmother?”

Emma didn’t bother beating around the bush – asking directly.

Upon seeing Emma, Samuel Richardson initially panicked but quickly composed himself.

“Where your mother and grandmother are, how should I know? I’m not some worm in their stomachs,” Samuel Richardson held his tea, lightly taking a sip. “You’re grown up but still so impatient. How will you help others in the future? By the way, how have you been getting on at ‘W’?”

“Samuel Richardson, I’m asking you again, where is my family?”

Emma was certain that her mother and grandmother were in the hands of Samuel Richardson, because no one else would dare, only Samuel had the capability.

In the past, Samuel Richardson was a thorough gangster. It was only after a crackdown that he was forced to mend his ways and gradually legitimize his business.

But she had known since she was a child that her father was ruthless and capable of anything.

“Emma, I’m your father.” Samuel Richardson’s face darkened. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you anything about manners?”

“She did, but my mother also said that when dealing with villains, one shouldn’t talk about manners or face.”

Samuel Richardson’s dreary eyes were pitch-black. “Don’t worry, your mother and grandmother are in a safe place. I won’t hurt them. It’s just that what I’m about to do might be dangerous, so I had them moved beforehand. I was thinking of their safety.”

“‘W’ is the safest place. If you truly cared about them, you wouldn’t kidnap them,” Emma said, thinking of her mother and elderly grandmother being taken somewhere unknown by Samuel Richardson. Her stomach was on fire.

No one could kidnap people from “W”, except for Samuel Richardson, the lunatic.

“That’s not necessarily true.” Samuel Richardson smirked sinisterly. “When even companies can go bankrupt, what’s to say about some unknown organization.”

“What are you trying to do?”

Emma looked at him suspiciously.

She knew that Samuel Richardson had been hiding away and oblivious to the world, indicating something was wrong.

“Not doing anything.” Samuel Richardson’s aged face gave a mischievous grin. “Emma, I’m your father, I won’t harm you, but some people might.”

Emma pressed her lips together, trying to suppress the rage in her heart.

She clearly understood Samuel Richardson. He didn’t care about her grandmother or mother, he just wanted to control her family and, in turn, manipulate her.

“What do you want me to do?”

Emma took a deep breath, her eyes flaring with anger.

“I want the ‘Red Rose’ to reappear.”

Emma trembled all over.

The Red Rose was her code name in the Richardson family, and also a humiliation she had been trying to bury her entire life.

“Now you have such a good relationship with Molly Walker, all thanks to your father,” said Samuel Richardson, looking at her meaningfully. “Tell me, if Molly knew that you had a hand in her grandmother’s death, would she still let you into ‘W’?”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Emma was both angry and anxious.

Because Molly trusted her, she let her into “W” without even checking her identity.

This was precisely why her identity as the “Red Rose” had not been revealed.

The Red Rose, striking and beautiful, had also once been a weapon used by Samuel Richardson.