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

Chapter 434: Chapter 431: Let’s Make a Bet

Violet Summers bit her teeth, her face turning pale and then green.

Scarlett Jackson had everything, even Mr. Gallagher’s father’s token, which could link her to “W”, whereas Violet had nothing but Christopher Evans as a resource.

“Miss Jackson, you were the one who sought me out. You should take responsibility for the aftermath…” If Scarlett hadn’t approached her and said that Michael Gallagher could take over the organization, she wouldn’t have risked looking for Christopher Evans.

Christopher Evans was her supervisor, and she had wanted to save this connection for a bigger matter. She had gone through great lengths to build a bridge for Scarlett, only for it to end like this.

“Yes! It was me who sought you out, but we are all partners, enjoying glory or bearing losses together. Who could have expected Mr. Jenkins to do such a thing…”

Thinking about it, Scarlett’s eyes reddened with anger, her teeth clenched.

Zachary Jenkins did it on purpose, toying with them.

“You want me to take responsibility for this, yet I don’t know how to handle my own aftermath.” As she spoke, Scarlett looked displeased at Violet, “If it wasn’t for you saying in front of the reporter that I knew Big Boss, I wouldn’t be in such a mess right now. You ask me, but I have to ask you, who will help me with the aftermath? Can you solve the Big Boss issue for me? This whole situation is your own greed, or else you wouldn’t have helped me. This is a situation where one hits and the other endures. Don’t blame me for everything, I won’t carry the burden.”

Scarlett’s words were merciless, and Violet’s cheeks swelled red, her lips trembling with anger.

This matter was supposed to go smoothly, but Scarlett messed it up, provoking Molly Walker.

Violet had bumped into many walls with Molly and knew that she was no match for her. Since then, she had always avoided Molly.

Scarlett, relying on her backup plan, had been recklessly provoking Molly only to end up with such a result, which was unsurprising.

Violet quickly calmed down.

She looked coldly at Scarlett and left without waiting for Scarlett to stop her.

Scarlett was unreliable.

She could only rely on herself now.

…

At the hotel, the clock struck eight, and the other celebrities began to come out.

Eight minutes past eight in the evening was the time Big Boss had arranged.

Eight minutes past eight was also the time Big Boss was born.

Molly glanced at the time on her cell phone, her mood hitting rock bottom.

She still couldn’t find No. 6.

In just a few hours, No. 6 seemed to have evaporated like air.

“Boss, what should we do now?” No. 4 anxiously stood by her side.

No. 4 wore a fluffy sweater and simple jeans, looking no different from an ordinary person. He wore a black mask, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

A closer look revealed that he was not very old, but his actions bore a sharpness that didn’t match his age.

“No. 6 has indeed disappeared. No matter what method we use, we cannot contact him. I speculate that he is deliberately hiding from us.”

Hiding from them…

Molly’s clenched fist trembled slightly.

She could tell that No. 6 was hiding, but it wasn’t like him to abandon his duties so recklessly.

The only possibilities were that he volunteered or was threatened.

With her eyes downcast, Molly asked hoarsely, “What about Michael Gallagher? Can’t find him either?”

No. 4 nodded, “Should we send more people… ”

“No need.”

Molly murmured, her mind roaring.

She recalled Michael’s words that he wouldn’t harm No. 6.

“Michael Gallagher, I hope you… keep your word.”

…

On the hotel rooftop, Harry Lambert stood in the center, a cigarette between his fingers. His beautiful eyes gazed into the distance as he took one drag after another.

With a “clatter”, the lock on the rooftop door fell to the ground.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Harry lazily glanced back.

A tall dark figure approached him.

“Get out of here.” The man’s magnetic voice was somewhat cold, “I promised her I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Without any expression, Harry shook the ash off his cigarette, “A verbal agreement is still an agreement. Since I promised to leave her, I’ll keep my word.”

“Is that so?” Michael Gallagher coldly hooked his lips, “Letting you leave her shouldn’t conflict with you being the Big Boss.”

“You want to leave ‘W’.”

Harry’s hand paused, and under the dim moonlight, the cigarette butt in his hand flickered, reflecting his mood today.

“If I’m not mistaken, Molly is your boss.” Michael Gallagher’s words were as cutting as a knife.

Harry was taken aback.

Under the moonlight, his bright eyes reflected the light, dazzling and stunning.

He hadn’t expected Michael to figure out Molly’s identity so quickly.

“If she’s the one managing ‘W’, I’ll give up even without your sacrifice.” Michael said indifferently, the confusion of these past days disappearing as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

He wanted this organization just to protect her.

Since she was the Big Boss of “W”, he would naturally choose to give up.

“You don’t want ‘W’?” Harry asked incredulously.

“No,” Michael’s voice was deep, resolute, “All I’ve done is to confirm her identity.”

The moment the message was confirmed, he felt sad.

Because she had hidden something from him again.

“She doesn’t trust you.” Harry smiled knowingly, “Michael Gallagher, do you know why she doesn’t trust you?”

Michael frowned.

He and Molly had been through so much together, and their trust had long been fractured.

No matter what fractures existed before, he would always find a way to repair them.

“I know perfectly well what’s going on between her and me. I don’t need your reminders.”

Harry had a smile on his face, feeling joyful in his heart.

Molly didn’t trust Michael.

But she had always trusted Harry from the beginning.

On this point, he had surpassed Michael.

“Your tests have achieved their purpose, but what’s the point of knowing her identity if she still doesn’t trust you?” Harry glanced at the door behind him and smiled, “Why don’t we have a bet?”

“Let’s bet on who Molly will trust: you or me.”

Michael’s brow furrowed, “What are you trying to do?”

“Nothing much… Just a small experiment.”

Harry blinked his eyes and slowly retreated backward.

Behind him was the edge of the rooftop.

“Harry Lambert!” Michael’s heart suddenly turned cold, rushing toward him.

Michael reached out to grab him but was lightly brushed off by Harry.

“No. 6!”

Molly rushed over, her voice filled with panic.

Just as her voice rang out, Harry fell backward.

Michael’s hand hung in mid-air.

The atmosphere turned cold.

“No. 6!!!” Her face white, Molly nearly fainted with fright if it weren’t for No. 4 supporting her.

“Boss, hang in there. Maybe No. 6 is lucky and nothing will happen to him.” No. 4 tried to comfort Molly, but his trembling hands revealed everything.

The hotel’s tallest building had fifteen floors, and falling from such a height, No. 6’s chances of survival were slim.