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

Chapter 58: Are You Blind or Deaf

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She may have a chance of winning against someone else, but the opponent is Isabelle Richardson, the future Mrs. Gallagher, his unrequited love.

She didn’t want to humiliate herself.

But seeing Isabelle’s determination to win, Molly Walker suddenly changed her mind.

She could give her spot to anyone, but if it was Isabelle, she would have to take it back.

“Of course, if Mr. Gallagher could let me participate, it would be even better.” Her voice was lazy and soft, with a hint of drag, “To participate in such a competition has always been my dream.”

Her brown pupils trembled slightly, making Michael Gallagher’s lips curve.

He thought she didn’t really care! “Mm, I’ll give you the spot to compete.” Unexpectedly, he agreed so readily.

Molly was inexplicably surprised.

“Michael…” Isabelle sulked her lips, and just as she was about to say something else, Molly’s “okay” cut off all her escape routes.

Having lost face in front of so many people, Isabelle’s face turned as red as a monkey’s butt.

They were about to get married, so why did Michael still give the spot to this irrelevant person?

Molly’s cell phone vibrated, and she looked at the text message that Damian

Thompson had sent: Come home for dinner tonight, Dad wants to talk to you.

Molly thought about it and replied with a “mm.”

Michael Gallagher watched Molly smile at her cell phone, his eyes darkened a bit: “You guys go ahead, I need to talk with Molly.”

Except for Isabelle, everyone else left quickly.

Isabelle glared at Molly resentfully, feeling a chill in her heart.

Once Molly’s identity as Ivy Thompson is revealed, her engagement to Michael Gallagher will be in danger.

Thinking of Michael giving Molly the spot to compete, Isabelle was infuriated to the point of feeling dizzy.

It seemed that she had no choice but to use her trump card.

She thought for a moment, took out her cell phone, and sent a message to someone: Bring him here.

In Gallagher’s CEO office, Molly leisurely lay on the sofa playing the popular five-on-five game.

Michael Gallagher wasn’t annoyed; he opened his computer and started browsing something.

As time went by second by second, as she finished a round, her emotions were vented.

She glanced at Michael Gallagher.

The man’s focused eyes were fixed on the screen, the deep pupils reflecting the screen’s light, like twinkling stars in his eyes, shining brilliantly, and exuding a man’s unique charm.

In the past, her favorite thing was his eyes; when he smiled, they were extremely beautiful, but the owner of those eyes rarely smiled.

As if he knew she was looking at him, Michael Gallagher’s gaze shifted, meeting hers.

If it were before, she would shyly look away, but now, she boldly faced him.

“If Mr. Gallagher has nothing else to discuss, I’ll leave first. We can talk about the design competition on the phone.”

She had just played a game, but she complained that he had neglected her. She had never noticed her skill in deception before.

“When you participate in the competition, take Isabelle with you.” When Michael Gallagher’s words fell, Molly’s sneer appeared on her face.

She thought it was something else, but it turned out to be this matter.

Take Isabelle? Why not ask her to take him as well?

“No.” Molly bluntly refused. She wouldn’t have taken her before, and knowing that Isabelle had also found someone to hit Joshua Thompson, she was even more reluctant to take her along.

She was still wondering why Michael Gallagher agreed so quickly, and it turned out that there were requests waiting for her here.

“Taking her will distract me, unless you don’t want to win.”

“You can win?” Michael Gallagher raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure if I don’t bring Isabelle.”

“If you’re really capable, taking her along won’t affect you.”

Molly sneered coldly, her face showing a little impatience.

“Michael Gallagher, do you have a brain at all? I said I won’t take her, and I mean it, are you blind or deaf? Do you know what she has done?”

“What did she do?” Michael Gallagher furrowed his brows.

Molly Walker thought about how he had been protecting Isabelle Richardson all this time, yet he was protecting a murderer. She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or sympathetic.

“Forget it, you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.” When the day comes for the police to find Isabelle Richardson, he will know what kind of monster he has been shielding.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first. Taking Isabelle Richardson with me is impossible. If you insist on me taking her, then I won’t participate in this competition.”

Whoever wants to participate can participate.

Molly turned to leave, but Michael’s voice sounded from behind, “Don’t take Isabelle Richardson, but win a place for the Gallagher family.” Is this considered a compromise?

Molly turned around and slightly raised her chin, “Fine.”

As long as Isabelle Richardson doesn’t follow.

If not the championship, getting third place shouldn’t be a problem.

She’s not confident in other things, but when it comes to design, she has absolute confidence.

Having obtained her assurance, Michael left without telling her to go or stay.

Watching Isabelle peering outside, Molly smirked and simply dozed off on the sofa.

She slept until five o’clock before returning to the Thompson family’s home.

The girl’s long eyelashes covered her brown pupils, her hair scattered on the sofa like dense seaweed.

That’s the scene Michael saw when he walked inside.

He approached, lowered his eyelids, and looked down at her peaceful sleeping face. Outside the window, the city bustled, but she slept soundly, enjoying a moment of peace.

Throughout their three years of marriage, he had seen such scenes many times. However, starting today, the distance between them would become further and further, like an insurmountable gap. Taking an extra step would be an overstep.

He reached out his hand, slowly squatting down, but just as he was about to touch her…

“Mr. Gallagher, the items you requested…”

The assistant walked in with a big box in her arms.

Michael frowned, annoyed, quickly stood up and walked to the bookshelf, picked up a book, and began reading in the chair.

Something’s off!

The assistant quickly realized her mistake, placed the box down, and swiftly left.

As the sky gradually darkened, Molly was awakened by the alarm set on her cell phone.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the man sitting in the chair.

“Take this away,” Michael said, pointing at the box with his book.

Molly walked over to the box in confusion, only to find it filled with many smaller boxes. Hesitantly, she opened one, then picked up another…

After continuously opening five of them, she finally discovered what these whole boxes contained.

They were all top-quality antique jewelry and museum-grade collections. All the items inside were traditional jewelry pieces.

“These are…?”

“Sponsorship for the competition.” Michael’s thin lips pursed lightly with calm eyes, “Your style leans towards traditional Chinese, so I hope these are useful to you.”

Useful? How could they not be!

Molly was somewhat excited.

She had bought many pieces of jewelry before, but some of it couldn’t be purchased with money alone. Some unearthed and imported items required both money and connections. There were many surprises in the box, including jewelry she couldn’t buy even when she wanted to.

“These things… must be expensive.”

Her eyes turned to Michael, filled with complex emotions. She didn’t expect him to prepare this for her.

Many of the items inside were priceless.

“If you win glory for the Gallagher family, these can all be yours.” Michael got up and walked towards her, his voice extremely magnetic.

Molly’s feet felt nailed to the ground, her eyes fixed on the items in the box, unable to move away. Give it to her?

All of it?

She thought of something and looked at him suspiciously, “You won’t use this as a bribe, wanting me to take Isabelle Richardson with me, right?”

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