The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce - Chapter 223: Slapping Faces and Losing Face

Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Slapping Faces and Losing Face

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If it were only her and Daniel Thompson, she was confident that she could deceive those old antiques.

But now the situation had changed, Damian Thompson and the others had arrived, and perhaps Ivy Thompson had arrived too!

“Brother, second brother, third brother ” Gillian Thompson bit her charming lips, her obedient little face wearing a bold pleasing look, “Is sister here too? Why didn’t she tell me and dad in advance?”

Nicholas Thompson was about to explain, but was interrupted by Joshua Thompson’s laughter: “There’s no need to mention it beforehand, isn’t it more surprising to see each other now?”

A simple sentence that didn’t tell her whether Molly Walker had come or not.

Surprised? Frightened was more like it!

Gillian Thompson forced a smile.

Fearing Daniel Thompson’s suspicion, she dared not ask any further, her heart feeling suffocated.

All she could do now was pray that Ivy Thompson didn’t come. That way, she still had the ability to turn things around. Otherwise

“Mr. Thompson, there you are!”

It was a middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt and suit vest, holding a wine glass in his hand, his face full of smiles when he saw Daniel Thompson.

“You raised a good daughter!” Thinking of the events that day, Jameson Sawyer felt a lingering fear, “I’m ashamed to say that it was our company’s first cooperation with the Thompson family, I almost believed those rumors. If it wasn’t for your daughter, I might have become a sinner in the company!”

Daniel Thompson looked at him for a few moments, knowing he was the head of Sawyer Footwear Company.

Sawyer Footwear Company was a well-known national leader in the footwear industry, famous throughout the industry.

Hearing his praises for his daughter, Daniel Thompson was proud and politely said, “She is just doing what she should be doing. I also appreciate your understanding and trust. Gillian, come over ”

He waved and smiled at Gillian Thompson, “You only called that day and never met in person before. Come and greet Mr. Sawyer.”

Gillian Thompson’s heart skipped a beat, her expression calm as she silently walked over, smiled, and reached out her hand, “Mr. Sawyer.”

Jameson Sawyer looked at her for a few moments, reached out and shook her hand, “Miss Thompson, I’ve been wanting to thank you in person since that day.”

Gillian Thompson smiled and nodded, not saying another word.

Jameson Sawyer felt a strange feeling in his heart, as he hadn’t expected Miss Thompson, who could speak confidently on the phone, to be so gentle and quiet in real life.

Gillian Thompson’s silence made Daniel Thompson frown.

He didn’t know that, in order to prevent her cover from being blown, Gillian Thompson had to choose to play mute.

“Oh, there are a few more people who want to meet you.” He patted the nearest waiter, “Excuse me, can you help me call Tyler Parker over, and tell him that Miss Thompson has arrived. Let them all come over and greet her.”

This greeting was actually just to get familiar faces. They all knew that Miss Thompson had called dozens of people in those two days, and not all of them might have remembered the details of the call. However, with the “W” organization backing Miss Thompson, even without the opportunity of that call, they would take the initiative to get close to her.

Hearing that more people would be coming, Gillian Thompson’s hands began to sweat slightly from the tension.

She glanced tiredly at Daniel Thompson, wanting to find an opportunity to slip away. However, Daniel Thompson was in high spirits, with no intention of stopping, wanting the whole city, and even the whole country, to know that the Thompson family had the “W” organization backing them.

“Gillian, remember to chat more with these people later. You’ve called all of them, so you should have an impression.” Daniel Thompson whispered into Gillian Thompson’s ear, reminding her to take the initiative in all aspects.

He had just seen her indifference and found it abrupt and rude, so he simply reminded her directly to pay attention to social etiquette.

Gillian Thompson pursed her lips, nodding in bitterness.

If it were only her and Daniel Thompson, she could talk her way around it. But with Damian Thompson and the others nearby, she was afraid that saying too much would arouse their suspicion.

Shortly afterwards, more people came.

These people looked at Gillian Thompson standing next to Daniel Thompson, with smiles on their faces, and some even brought gifts.

“Miss Thompson, I’m Ryan Jackson from Clearwater Creek Culture.”

“I’m Robert Coleman from Sunnydale Electric Power.” FiNd 𝒖pd𝒂tes on n(𝒐)/v𝒆l𝒃𝒊n(.)c𝒐m

As she watched these people greet her eagerly, Gillian Thompson felt both fear and astonishment.

Some people who usually only appeared on television even came over to chat cordially with her. At first, she was a little nervous, but seeing these people come over to greet her without any suspicion of her identity, her suspended heart gradually relaxed.

Suddenly, a female voice interrupted, “The person who called us wasn’t her.”

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.