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

Chapter 430: Chapter 427: Is He Handsome?

In this industry, those who are savvy enough wouldn’t openly provoke anyone unless it is a public stunt for publicity.

But today, Olivia Sawyer openly broke off relations with Scarlett Jackson.

Watching Olivia holding the microphone walking towards her, Scarlett managed to swallow her anger, looking at her calmly.

“Olivia, there are many people here, better think before you speak.”

Scarlett said, a cold smile spreading across her lips.

Olivia blinked, moved closer, and whispered into her ear, “Scarlett Jackson, I remember all of the dirty tricks you used against me. One day, I’ll make sure to return the favor.”

“Same here,” Scarlett’s eyelids drooped. Looking at the microphones in front of her, her anger seemed to dissipate, replaced by an icy gleam in her eyes.

Everyone would hear the words spoken into the microphones.

“We shall see.” Scarlett didn’t wish to confront her here. She gave Olivia a slight shove to the side and started towards the hotel.

However, the next second, Olivia suddenly “ah” and fell to the ground.

Scarlett: “…..”

“Miss Jackson, I know you held a grudge against me because I didn’t agree to set up Ivy Thompson last time, but there are many reporters here today, please at least try to conceal it.” Olivia sat on the ground, her face a mix of surprise and sadness.

“Wha… What are you talk about!” Scarlett never thought she would pull such a stunt. Wide-eyed, she tried to explain to the photographers around her, “It wasn’t me, she fell by herself, this despicable woman, she’s trying to frame me!”

“Miss Jackson, many of us saw it clearly. You were the one who pushed Olivia.” A righteous reporter stepped forward to speak. Ostensibly, other reporters also began snapping pictures and asked questions fervently.

“No wonder they wanted to blacklist Olivia, it turns out she didn’t listen to her and try to frame Ivy.”

“Capital is so evil, forcing others to do bad things, and blacklisting them if they refuse. It’s disgusting.”

“Lucky for Olivia, she didn’t cave into the pressure of the capital, I like her resilient character.”

“I won’t be watching any drama that’s invested by Scarlett in the future.”

…

Hearing the murmurs around her, Scarlett only heard a “boom” in her head, it felt like a bolt from the blue.

She didn’t expect Olivia to expose this in front of so many people.

From the moment Olivia appeared, everything began heading in a strange direction.

Watching Olivia being helped up, the people around her look at her with disdain. Scarlett felt her head spinning, her face getting redder and redder. She was utterly unprepared.

“Miss Jackson, the Big Boss is wondering why you are not inside yet, he sent me to fetch you.” Violet Summers appeared out of nowhere, helping her ease the embarrassment.

Violet’s voice was loud, as if she intentionally wanted her words to be heard.

The crowd around her looked surprised when they heard the name Big Boss.

Big Boss knows Scarlett Jackson?

Feeling the surprise of the people around her, Scarlett straightened up, raising her chin in pride, and followed Violet into the hotel.

Once the reporters were out of sight, Scarlett asked eagerly, “Is the Big Boss really going to meet me?”

Violet looked embarrassed and stammered, “I made it up, I…I’ve never met the Big Boss either.”

Scarlett’s smile froze on her face, “So you said those words in front of so many people… I thought all of you from “W” organization knew him; what if we’re found out, have you thought about the consequences if this explodes?”

She has lost enough face today. If she didn’t spend a fortune to suppress this, she might become the most hated person in all Orientopia by tomorrow.

If it adds the matter with the Big Boss, she might as well never leave her house again.

Seeing Scarlett’s anger, Violet tried to placify her quickly, “Miss Jackson, the Big Boss of the entertainment industry does work for the ‘W’ organization. Once Mr. Gallagher takes over, and you become a top executive of the organization, this Big Boss will have to listen to you. As long as you clarify this relationship with him today, for the sake of his future development, he will definitely try to draw you in.”

Violet did her best to persuade her but saw that Scarlett’s face was unmoved, her bright eyes filled with coldness.

“That’s the best case scenario, but what if it doesn’t work?” Scarlett gritted her teeth with anger.

She did indeed think about drawing in the Big Boss today, but she didn’t expect to be forced into this position at this moment.

What if this Big Boss affiliated himself with Harry Lambert’s side?

What if he resolutely refused to become a subordinate of Mr. Gallagher?

Did that mean she would have to shamelessly beg this Big Boss?

Thinking about this man’s ability to manipulate the entertainment industry at his will, Scarlett Jackson held her head in her hands, her chest aching with intense pain.

At the birthday party today, she hadn’t brought anyone else. The only person she had invited was Violet Summers.

She had initially thought that since Violet Summers had been a part of the ‘W’ organization, They would have a common topic of discussion and gel well with the Big Boss. However, who would have thought that Violet would make such a mess of things for Scarlett?

“I’m sorry, Miss Jackson, considering the circumstances at the time, I couldn’t think of any other way….”

Violet Summers looked apologetic but deep down, she despised Scarlett.

If Violet hadn’t intervened, Scarlett would have continued to be humiliated by Olivia Sawyer. She had done Scarlett a favor, and yet, Scarlett had the audacity to blame her.

Violet Summers muttered to herself incredulously, though she did not dare to show any resentment on the surface.

Scarlett Jackson was her final chance at a turnaround, and no matter how much she disliked Scarlett, Violet had to seize this opportunity.

——

Out of the Capital City International Hotel, a red Maserati halted at the entrance, drawing everyone’s attention.

The car door opened and Harry Lambert, dressed in a gray suit and wearing black sunglasses, stepped out.

His oversized sunglasses hid his eyes, making his emotions unreadable. His meticulously styled black hair was a blend of modern style and rugged charm. The high bridge of his nose defined the contours of his perfect profile, and a slight curve at the corner of his lips added an extra charm.

“It’s Harry Lambert, it’s Harry Lambert!”

“The top-tier celebrity Harry Lambert is here too!”

“What on earth is going on today? The entire entertainment industry’s celebrities are all here!”

The atmosphere instantly reached its peak and numerous reporters rushed forward, thrusting their microphones in front of him.

Security swiftly blocked these people, preventing them from getting too close to Harry Lambert, leaving reporters with no choice but to take photos from a distance.

Just then, Molly Walker entered the hotel from the other side.

She was wearing a cashmere coat. Her collar was covered with soft fluff, giving off an aura of mystery. She sported a duckbill cap that hid her hair, and under the brim, her small fair face was as beautiful as a celestial being.

Once she entered the hotel, she took a look outside.

Harry was standing off to the side, emanating a warmth like the sun. He was courteous, lacking the aloofness that other high-profile celebrities exhibited and was polite when spoken to.

To prevent her from being interrogated by the reporters, Harry diverted the crowd’s attention to himself.

Suddenly, a hand covered her eyes.

“Is he very good-looking?”

Molly Walker was taken aback, seemingly questioning her own eyes.

“Michael Gallagher? What are you doing here?”

Michael Gallagher looked down at her slightly blushed face, his eyebrows knitted together.

He glanced at Harry Lambert, then curled his hanging hand.

He remembered that many women in the company liked Harry Lambert. They described Harry Lambert as a warm top-tier celebrity.

Harry Lambert was like a beam of sunlight, a breath of fresh air in the entertainment industry.

Those women say he was kind, gentle, and capable of excellent acting across a broad range of genres.

Michael Gallagher had to admit that such an outstanding man would hardly find a woman who didn’t like him.

But what about her?

Michael Gallagher looked at Molly Walker’s flushed face, recalling her defensive stance towards Harry Lambert, and suddenly felt a dull throb in his heart.