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

Chapter 573: Chapter 568 I Believe in Her_1
 

“In the world of business, of course, only those who can help me are my benefactors. Second brother, if you can’t help me, are you trying to mess up my cooperation?” Ethan Hopkins asked with a hint of scorn, “If you’re not going to help me, fine, but if you block my way, Gabriel and her baby might blame their uncle for not lending a hand.”

Listening to Ethan’s sarcastic words, Nicholas Thompson frowned in displeasure, “Ethan Hopkins, ask yourself, have I not helped you?”

“What kind of help are you thinking of, simply handing over an A-level project to you when you’re blatantly incompetent? Even as the project lead, I would be ashamed to give you the project.”

The more Ethan talked, the angrier Nicholas got.

He couldn’t imagine what others would think of him if he actually gave Ethan the project and Ethan delivered such a rubbish bidding speech.

He was willing to help someone and promote his brother-in-law, but he would not prop up such a failure.

“Where’s Gabriel?” Nicholas stopped beating around the bush, “I just saw her come in.”

Ethan’s face changed slightly, “What are you talking about? Gabriel is not here.”

Ethan dodged the question.

Their secret dealings with Samuel Richardson couldn’t be revealed to anyone in the Thompson family.

Nicholas Thompson looked intently at Ethan, “What are you plotting?”

“Mr. Thompson, the way you’re talking… Although I, Samuel Richardson, have fallen from my former glory, I wouldn’t stoop so low,” Samuel Richardson’s forced smile suddenly dropped as he shot Ethan a warning look.

These two had been followed, and they didn’t even know it. Luckily, he was quick-witted enough to have Mumu leave the moment Nicholas appeared, or else Nicholas would have caught them red-handed today.

“What Mr. Hopkins and I discussed today was a legitimate collaboration, Mr. Thompson. If you have no intention to collaborate, please leave and don’t hold us up from our discussion.”

Samuel Richardson huffed and said to the waiter, “Please show Nicholas Thompson out, he is not welcome here.”

The Richardson family was currently in a business feud with the Thompson family, and Samuel Richardson didn’t care about offending Nicholas Thompson at this moment.

Before the waiter could approach, Nicholas turned and left with a cold face.

He glanced around, clenching his hand slightly.

He knew that Gillian Thompson was nearby, but she was clearly avoiding him.

As he reached the curtain, Nicholas stood still, waiting for a few seconds.

Then, he stepped away.

Once Nicholas had left, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

But Samuel Richardson’s face looked troubled.

On his own turf, Nicholas Thompson could get in without an appointment.

Clearly, the employees had been slacking off during these days of turmoil at the company.

…

When Harry Lambert delivered Emma Smith’s whereabouts to Molly Walker, Molly just glanced over it indifferently.

“What are you trying to say?”

She had not asked Harry Lambert to check on Emma’s whereabouts.

“I remember I didn’t ask you to look into her, isn’t that a bit inappropriate towards a colleague?” Molly placed the document aside, picked up her teacup, and took a gentle sip.

She enjoyed drinking roasted-like taste oolong tea for the rich, full-bodied taste that woke her senses and calmed her mind.

This tea was bought by Michael Gallagher through a friend—a genuine top-grade roasted-like taste oolong tea.

“Emma Smith has betrayed us,” Harry Lambert didn’t respond directly to her question, “You didn’t ask me to check, but as a member of our organization, I have the right to oversee.”

“I know you don’t have the heart to be ruthless, so I took it upon myself to check.” Pointing to a photo of Emma Smith in disguise entering the Richardson Group Building, Harry spoke calmly, “She’s gone back to her disgusting father.”

The disgust they had for Samuel Richardson was mutual.

If it hadn’t been for Molly Walker taking that seven hundred fifty thousand dollars, Samuel Richardson would have been sent in long ago.

“I always knew outsiders like her couldn’t be trusted,” Harry Lambert said, his expression complex as he looked at Molly.

She was dressed in a fluffy pink loungewear that hugged her slender figure, making her appear a bit more rounded.

Ever since she moved into this mansion with Michael Gallagher, she seemed to have become much more peaceful.

But in the eyes of the other organization members, this was seen as “lying flat.”

He was quite willing to let Molly lie flat.

If she lay flat, he would take on the role of the bad guy.

“I’ve already got someone keeping an eye on Emma Smith. As soon as there’s evidence of her betrayal, our people will catch her,” Harry Lambert said, his eyes fierce. “‘W’ can’t have any more traitors.”

Hearing the word “traitor,” Molly immediately thought of Christopher Evans.

After all, Christopher Evans only betrayed her, not the Master.

If it hadn’t been for the Master’s orders, Christopher Evans wouldn’t have done such a thing.

“What did you do to Christopher Evans?” Molly’s eyelids twitched.

“I took all of his wealth and made sure he couldn’t return home,” Harry’s eyes glinted murderously. “If it wasn’t for his meddling, you would have found your relatives long ago. Now, letting him live in poverty is already letting him off easy.”

He walked over to Molly, slightly crouched down, and looked her in the eyes: “You, you’re too soft-hearted. I know you don’t want to deal with him, and that’s fine. I’ll do all the dirty work, and I’ll be the bad guy. No. 6 will always be your knife.”

Seeing the sadness and ruthlessness in his beautiful eyes, Molly’s heart clenched tightly.

“No. 6, I promised Christopher Evans before that as long as he told the truth, I would let him go,” Molly said, pausing as her chest ached. “Besides, he was just following the Master’s orders.”

The one who kidnapped her was the Master; he was also the reason she got separated from her family.

It was a pity the Master didn’t live much longer; she didn’t learn the truth before he fell ill and died.

“Yes, he was following the Master, but even after the Master died, he didn’t do anything good,” Harry Lambert sneered as he stood up, hands in his pockets. “You don’t need to worry about this matter, nor about Emma Smith. Now that she has other intentions, don’t believe anything she says in the future. Don’t end up being sold by her and still counting money for her.”

In the past, every person coming into ‘W’ was investigated. For someone like Emma Smith to join ‘W’ without background checks was extremely rare.

Thinking of Emma Smith, Molly sighed: “I trust her… Leave Emma’s matter to me.”

Harry Lambert took a deep breath, frustrated and annoyed: “Trust her? You’ve only known her for a short while and you trust her that much. Do you even know who she is?”

Molly set down her teacup and looked down.

She thought of Emma’s pure and clear eyes.

“No matter who she is, for the fact that she helped me, I’m willing to trust that she’s not a bad person. If she has become one, then there must be some hardship driving her.”

That time with Scarlett Jackson, if it hadn’t been for Emma Smith, Molly’s reputation would have been ruined.

But Harry Lambert seemed to be almost amused by her words: “Hardship, hardship… Alright, alright, you’re truly a saint. I think you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin. Do you know who she is?”

He hadn’t planned on telling Molly about Emma’s identity, but in that moment, Harry couldn’t hold back.

He knew Molly was kind-hearted, but she couldn’t be kind to just anyone.

“Who is she?” Seeing Harry’s indignation, Molly suddenly smiled.

She rarely saw Harry this angry.

“It looks like Emma’s other identity really angers you,” Molly said as she poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to him. “It broke through your defenses.”

Harry’s breathing hitched.

Nothing could break his defenses, except her attitude.

“And you’re still laughing!” Harry said, his face reddening with anger. He crossed his arms and sat down heavily on the sofa, “You know about Samuel Richardson’s handful of powerful aides before he washed his hands of the golden basin, right? One of them was called Red Rose… that’s Emma Smith.”

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