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

Upon hearing these words, there was no expression on Joshua Thompson’s face, but his fingers tightened, revealing his complex emotions.

He didn’t know where Gillian got the tickets, but the money for her tickets must have come from him.

His law firm had several branches, from just one branch the monthly income of which had six digits, buying two tickets was nothing to him.

“Their seats were the ones we and Catherine Brown bought before. I didn’t expect our tickets to be sold and then resold by a scalper to her and my uncle.” Natalie Lambert looked shocked. “As far as I know, when we sold them, the price had already doubled. Who knows how much higher the price was when it got to the scalper? Weren’t Gillian Thompson’s accounts frozen? Where did she get the money for the tickets?”

As Natalie expressed her suspicions, Joshua Thompson’s face stiffened slightly.

He had secretly enrolled Gabriel in Capital City University, and it was impossible to keep it a secret. If the other Thompson family members knew that he had given money to Gillian…

Joshua Thompson only felt his face burning, and he didn’t dare to glance at the last row.

He didn’t understand why Gillian would bring their father here since everyone knew about his father’s illness.

How could a dementia patient be running around everywhere?

Gillian did this to tell others that the former boss of the Thompson Group had no disease and that it was all an act.

Joshua was right, Gillian was deliberately dragging them down.

Not only was she dragging down Fourth Sister, but she was also dragging down the entire Thompson family.

Damian Thompson calmly walked to the last row; however, a reporter noticed him.

“It’s the eldest son of the Thompson family!”

“What’s he going to do at the back?”

Some reporters moved their cameras in his direction.

Damian Thompson’s footsteps halted.

Now that the reporters had discovered him, he couldn’t continue walking towards his father.

Daniel Thompson and Gillian Thompson didn’t notice this abnormality, and instead focused on the stage.

The thoughtful Catherine Brown glanced at the people in the front row itching to move, then at Gillian Thompson and Daniel Thompson, her eyes sharp.

At that moment, a tall man walked up to Daniel Thompson.

Daniel Thompson looked at the man, shocked, and stood up.

“Daddy!” Gillian Thompson hurriedly called out to Daniel Thompson, “Daddy, where are you going? The results will be out soon.”

In her hurry to stop Daniel Thompson, she didn’t notice the man beside him.

When her gaze shifted to the man, Gillian Thompson was taken aback.

“Michael…”

All her words were stuck in her throat.

The man in front of her was wearing a long black windbreaker that accentuated his slender figure. His cold and aloof face sent shivers, and an aura of nobility kept people from getting close.

Michael Gallagher, it was actually Michael Gallagher!

“Uncle Thompson, may I have a word with you?” Michael Gallagher’s voice was low and carried an indisputable tone.

Daniel Thompson nodded and followed Michael Gallagher without saying a word.

Although he had mixed feelings about Ivy Thompson, he was quite satisfied with his son-in-law.

Seeing it was Michael Gallagher, Gillian Thompson slightly shrank her neck, her lips quivering, and finally lowered her head with clenched teeth.

This man had once been a talented youth in Sunnydale, and many women had dreamt of marrying him, but she had never dared to fantasize about it.

Because she knew she was not worthy of him.

Yet Ivy Thompson ended up marrying him!

Some people were born in Rome, and even if they went somewhere else, they would eventually return to Rome.

Ivy Thompson’s life was full of luck and legendary.

Thinking of her own situation, Gillian Thompson clenched her fists, her fingers almost sinking into her flesh.

She had thought that maybe she was just from a bad background and wasn’t much worse than Ivy Thompson in other aspects, but now it seemed that there was a huge difference between the two.

Was it true that some things were indeed destined by fate?

Gillian Thompson was lost.

As Daniel Thompson followed Michael Gallagher away, the stage was announcing the results of the group competition. Everyone was intently staring at the stage, and no one noticed that someone had already left the last row.

“Congratulations to Miss Molly Walker for winning the first place in the group competition.”

As the host’s voice fell, the audience erupted in applause.

Having won the first place in the group competition, the next step was for the first place winners of each group to compete and decide the overall first place in Orientopia.

Hearing that Molly had won first place, Michael Gallagher’s lips curled up slightly, and his eyes softened like water.

He knew that her design ability would certainly earn her a good ranking.

Daniel Thompson was also in a good mood, walking unhurriedly behind Michael Gallagher to the backstage.

“Should I address you as Mr. Gallagher or Mr. Jenkins now?” Daniel Thompson’s expression was calm, with a tint of probing in his eyes.

According to the previous development, Michael Gallagher was already “dead”, and the one who survived was Zachary Jenkins.

“I’ve severed ties with the Jenkins family. From now on, I will still use the surname Gallagher.” Michael Gallagher explained calmly, without emotion in his tone. “Uncle Thompson, since you’ve already claimed to be ill to the public, you shouldn’t show up in front of people casually, especially in places with many reporters.”

Daniel Thompson’s eyes darkened.

“I’m just going out for some fresh air. No one will find out.” The thought of the Thompson and Leaford family members going out while he was left alone and uninformed in the hotel made Daniel Thompson feel depressed.

Gillian Thompson was right; he had already been marginalized by the Thompson and Leaford families.

Others knew he was ill, but his own family knew that he wasn’t ill at all.

“I was just pretending to be sick. I can pretend, but you can’t treat me like a patient.” Daniel Thompson’s tone was faint. “What’s wrong with me coming out to watch the competition? I’m not standing in your way…”

“You are in the way!” Joshua Thompson and Damian Thompson walked in with stern expressions.

“If you didn’t want to pretend to be sick, you shouldn’t have done so in front of so many reporters.” Joshua Thompson snorted. “You’re like a ticking time bomb now; as long as the reporters keep an eye on you, they’ll make a big story out of it. Even if your illness is fake, you’ll have to keep pretending to be sick.”

Daniel Thompson’s breath hitched, and his face turned pale and then green.

He had pretended to be sick back then out of necessity, but it had become unbearable after a while.

Thinking of Gillian Thompson’s words, Daniel Thompson looked at Joshua Thompson, then turned to Damian Thompson, and whispered, “Damian, I’m handing over the company to you rather hastily.”

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Damian Thompson didn’t say anything, but Joshua Thompson glared at Daniel Thompson intensely. “What do you mean? Now that Brother is the director of the company, you can’t be thinking of continuing as Mr. Thompson, right? Don’t forget, you’re a dementia patient now!”

“I haven’t forgotten.” Daniel Thompson took a deep breath. “Since I’ve already stepped down from the Board of Directors, I won’t go back, but I have one condition.”

“What condition?”

“You have to persuade Ivy to register her household under the Thompson family name. The belongings of the Thompson family can only be given to those with the Thompson surname, and no one else can touch them.” Daniel Thompson’s tone was melodious, patting the sleeves of his traditional tunic suit. “As long as Ivy is willing to recognize her ancestors and return to the family, I can rest assured and hand over the company’s industry to you.”

Gillian’s words reminded him that he shouldn’t hand the company’s assets to Damian so recklessly. What if Damian and others severed ties with the Thompson family?

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