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

Chapter 468: Chapter 465: You Are Just A Stranger

Nicholas Thompson couldn’t contain his anger and quickly chased after the thieves.

He had spent a lot of money on those things, and there was no way he would let a group of people steal them.

Thinking about the value of the items, Nicholas ran even faster.

Perhaps to avoid pedestrians on the road and because it was rush hour with a lot of traffic, the motorcyclist slowed down and quickly turned into a dead-end alley.

There were two people on the motorcycle. Seeing that they couldn’t get away, they abandoned the bike, pulled out machetes, and confronted Nicholas.

“You’re pretty quick, kid. I didn’t expect you to catch up,” said the motorcyclist, taking off his helmet to reveal messy red hair, and casually lighting a cigarette.

“Give me my stuff back,” Nicholas held out his hand, “You guys just want money, right? I’ll transfer you fifteen thousand dollars.”

“Fifteen thousand…” The red-haired man exchanged glances with his companion, “That’s not a small amount, but it’s not enough for us. Come on, you’re willing to pay fifteen thousand, so what we have must be worth more than that, right?”

“Fine, one hundred fifty thousand then, I don’t want to waste any more time. Transfer it to this account,” the red-haired man pulled a bank card from his pocket, “If you’re willing to do it, do it. If not, we’ll fight to the death today!”

“Big brother, if we transfer the money, won’t we be exposed later…” The raven-haired man beside him whispered, “What if he transfers the money and calls the police…”

“You think I’m stupid? This kid looks like a college student; I don’t believe his transferring skills are faster than mine,” the red-haired man confidently snapped his fingers at Nicholas, who had his cell phone out and was transferring the money. “Hurry up, hurry up! I’m watching.”

After transferring the money, Nicholas showed them the transfer record.

“It’s transferred.”

“Good boy, you can transfer one hundred fifty thousand dollars effortlessly. You must be a rich kid. We should’ve asked for more earlier,” the red-haired man squinted his eyes and, despite Nicholas’s warning glare, shook the box in his hand. “Transfer another one hundred fifty thousand.”

Nicholas, furious, picked up a wooden stick by his side and approached them, “Give me the stuff, or I’ll die fighting you!”

“You-you-you… don’t come any closer!” The two men were frightened, brandishing their machetes defensively.

But it seemed like Nicholas had lost his mind in his anger, swinging the stick at them.

“Stop!” A cold voice halted everyone for a few seconds.

Molly Walker stood at the street corner, her arms crossed, and gave them a cold look.

Behind her stood more than ten bodyguards.

“Drop the knives.”

“No! There are… so many of you…” the red-haired man stuttered.

He just wanted to steal something; he never intended to fight.

Times were tough, and money was hard to come by. He just wanted to take a shortcut, not risk his life doing it.

“I’ll give him back the stuff, and you let us go, or nobody leaves!” The red-haired man grabbed his companion’s hand, his voice trembling.

Facing so many tall, strong bodyguards, the two of them were no match!

Now they didn’t care about the money; they just wanted to escape with their lives.

Seeing Molly, Nicholas’s gaze became a little complex.

He never thought Molly would be there, or rather, that she had never left.

“Leave the bank card and the box, and I’ll let you go.”

Soon, Molly cleared a path through the blocked alley.

The two thieves saw hope and ran for their lives, while Molly’s people didn’t chase after them.

Because a hundred meters away, a police car was parked. The officers looked somewhat surprised when the thieves ran towards them.

Without question, the two men were taken into the police car.

After all this, Molly glanced at Nicholas and walked away without saying a word.

Nicholas quickly followed her, “Fourth sister… thank you for helping me just now.”

Molly stopped abruptly, furrowing her eyebrows fiercely, “Nicholas Thompson, don’t ever call me Fourth Sister again. I’m not one of you, the Thompson family.”

Nicholas smiled, “We share the same blood. Why wouldn’t you be a part of the Thompson family?”

“I can’t help who I was born into, but I can decide what I want to do with my life,” Molly said, annoyed with herself for intervening.

She didn’t like Nicholas, nor did she consider him her brother, but she couldn’t just stand by while he was bullied.

“I would’ve helped anyone in that situation.” Molly waved her wrist, revealing a diamond watch that shone brightly under the light, “This watch was given to me by Third Brother. It’s specially made for the Thompson family. If there’s danger, all I need to do is press a button, and the closest bodyguard will come.”