The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce-Chapter 250 - 249: Who do you think she is?

Chapter 250: Chapter 249: Who do you think she is?

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Violet Summers’ appearance was like a bomb, instantly exploding.

The people present smelled an unusual atmosphere.

How did someone who was fired come in?

Seeing Violet Summers, Molly Walker and Harry Lambert didn’t have much reaction. The one who reacted was Christopher Evans.

“Boss, was it your idea for No. 6 to open up a public platform directly?” Christopher Evans sighed, seemingly respectful, but with a touch of provocation, “No one dared to object when No. 6 asked to fire Violet Summers. Now that she’s here, Boss, just tell us what she did wrong?”

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Molly Walker’s lips curled slightly, carrying a trace of coldness.

Violet Summers glanced at Harry Lambert, and tears suddenly fell: “If I am wrong, I would admit it myself, but Harry Lambert and Ivy Thompson’s collusion to kick me out, I will not accept!”

“Harry Lambert, I have had a grudge with Ivy Thompson, but do you need to protect her by turning your knife against your own people? She’s the one you like, and I’m your colleague! Have you forgotten that the most important rule in our organization is not to use your power to interfere in personal vendettas? You fired me for her sake, which violates the organization’s regulations!”

Violet Summers was filled with righteous indignation, her words piercing.

Her words, overt and covert, tried to cast Harry Lambert and Molly Walker’s relationship in an ambiguous light.

She looked at Molly Walker, who was wearing a mask, her heart full of expectation. As long as the Big Boss asked to investigate this matter thoroughly, she would have a chance to return.

It was a fact that Harry Lambert liked Molly Walker, otherwise, he wouldn’t have competed with Jeremy Norman to be a father back then.

Harry Lambert didn’t say anything, he crossed his arms and sneered at Violet Summers’ accusations.

This fool was still making mistakes.

“You were fired because you deliberately exposed the organization’s identity outside.” Molly Walker’s tone was very light.

Violet Summers’s face turned pale, her body trembled, like a falling leaf teetering on the brink.

“I didn’t expose it.” Violet Summers stubbornly denied it, gnashing her teeth.

Only the Thompson family knew about her exposing her identity.

Violet Summers defended herself stiffly: “Is there any evidence that I exposed my identity?”

At that time, she only showed the authority of the “W” organization in front of the Thompson family, unless someone from the Thompson family stood in front of her and accused her.

“You have used your position to help Gillian Thompson in front of Daniel Thompson countless times.” Molly Walker sneered; she didn’t expect Violet Summers to still be denying it at this point.

“My words are evidence.”

One sentence sealed her fate.

Violet Summers felt a chill run down her spine.

Who was the person in front of her? The Big Boss of the “W” organization, her boss.

The boss didn’t need to explain to an employee like her when he wanted to fire someone. The secretive nature of this organization was not protected by law.

She had indeed exposed her identity, but she didn’t understand why the person in front of her knew so clearly.

“Violet Summers has been fired. Find out who let her in and who helped her.” Molly Walker looked at Harry Lambert and gave the cold order.

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the audience cooled down.

They would never forget who founded this organization or the resolute and efficient methods of the Big Boss.

Three years had made them complacent.

Christopher Evans stood by, his lips moving, but when he saw Molly Walker’s thoughtful gaze, he stopped himself.

No. 38, who had previously spoken up for Violet Summers, wanted to say something more but was glared at by Christopher Evans, swallowing his words.

There was no use saying anything now.

Violet Summers’ face turned pale, her trembling hands ice-cold. She clenched her fists tightly, her fingertips digging into her palms, but she couldn’t feel the pain.

She thought the Big Boss would investigate the matter anyway, but she didn’t expect one sentence to determine her fate.

“What about Molly Walker?” It was unknown how much time had passed before Violet Summers finally found her voice again, “She also helped Daniel Thompson’s family in the name of the organization! Why isn’t she punished?!”

“Who said she is a member of the organization?” Molly Walker said calmly, “The organization just accepted her mission, a fifteen million mission.”

Fifteen million?!

Violet Summers’ eyes widened slightly. That woman actually gave the organization fifteen million?!

No wonder the organization could protect her. It turned out she had given the organization a fifteen million task!

How could Molly Walker have so much money?!

Violet Summers broke down.

“How is it possible Her grandmother is just a garbage picker, how could she be so rich?”

Molly Walker sneered coldly, with her clear and playful eyes,

Her favorite thing to watch was some people making fools of themselves.

Fifteen million was just like moving money from one pocket to another for her, let alone fifteen million, most of the money in the organization actually belonged to her.

Unfortunately, Violet Summers would never figure it out.

“Please escort Miss Summers out.” Molly waved her hand, and soon, a strong security guard led Violet Summers out.

Now, everyone had nothing to say about the relationship between Harry Lambert and Molly, since she had given fifteen million. If they could receive a task worth fifteen million, they would be laughing in their dreams.

After dealing with the organization’s matters, it was already midnight.

Molly declined Harry Lambert’s offer to send her home and walked out of the alley alone.

Even though it was midnight, the street was still bustling, with all kinds of people venturing through the streets, indulging themselves.

As soon as she walked out of the alley, she saw a familiar car parked at the entrance.

The car window was open, Zachary Jenkins was wearing a mask, and his head was slightly turned to the other side. It seemed that he had sensed her gaze, and his eyes caught her directly.

Zachary Jenkins was still here?!

Molly was a little stunned.

Had he been waiting for her all this time?

The streetlights shone on Michael Gallagher’s tightly covered face, casting a faint and blurry shadow, which made it difficult to see his features.

Seeing her come out, Zachary Jenkins’ heart skipped a beat.

Perhaps it was because of her saying “I believe” that he had been waiting for her here.

Like a man drowning in water, he desperately clung to this floating straw, waiting for her to rescue him.

She believed in him.

In this world, only she was left to believe in him.

“Get in the car.”

With just two short words, he used up all his courage, his voice was hoarse and low.

Molly watched from a distance, and under the assault of the cold wind, reason prevailed.

She was pregnant now and couldn’t afford to catch a cold.

At that moment, a car drove by, its headlights sweeping through, instantly illuminating the entire street.

“Ivy!” As the car door opened, Jeremy Norman quickly got out and walked toward her. He hurriedly took off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck without a word. “It’s cold, you’re pregnant, why didn’t you wait inside?”

The warm scarf enveloped Molly, making her short of breath and her face flushed.

As she tried to remove the scarf, Jeremy held her hand and whispered, “A new scarf, for the sake of the baby.”

Molly’s hand paused.

A sharp gaze came their way, and Molly pursed her lips, gently looking up, only to see a tightly closed car window.

Then, the car door made a noise, and someone got out of the car.

Looking at the approaching Zachary Jenkins, Molly felt a shiver run through her body.

“Miss Thompson, let’s go.”

Without even looking at Jeremy Norman, Zachary Jenkins’ voice carried a hint of nonchalance and dominance.

As if he had just discovered Zachary Jenkins, Jeremy laughed coldly and unceremoniously stepped in front of Molly, giving him a stern warning, “Mr. Jenkins, you’re crossing the line!”

Last time it was dancing, and this time it was picking her up.

“Ivy is my fiancée.”

Jérémy Norman’s face was filled with obvious anger.

Having his fiancee repeatedly approached by someone else was like putting a green hat on him in public. He had let it slide for the sake of the Jenkins family last time, but this time, Jeremy had decided to make him give up completely.

“The baby in her belly is mine too, Mr. Jenkins, don’t play the part of a happy father.”

Jeremy Norman’s voice was ethereal and turned into a knife that fiercely stabbed into someone’s heart.

“Your child?” Zachary Jenkins’ lips moved, and the veins on his forehead throbbed, “The baby is Michael Gallagher’s, nothing to do with you. So, are you showing a sense of superiority as a stepfather? Is that what you Normans like to do, acting like bootlickers?”

The word “bootlicker” was like a knife, completely tearing apart Jeremy Norman’s facade.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense and dangerous.