The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce - Chapter 363 - 362: Please Promote Me More in the Future

Chapter 363: Chapter 362: Please Promote Me More in the Future

Molly Walker smiled without saying a word, glanced at Michael Gallagher, and saw him remain expressionless as he reached out to grip her hand.

Thinking about the call yesterday, Molly instinctively withdrew her hand. VịSit no(v)3lb/!n(.)c𝒐m for new 𝒏ov𝒆l𝒔

Outside the car window, Scarlett Jackson was smiling gently, as if waiting for her answer.

“Miss Thompson, your leader is coming today, right?”

She asked again, as if she wouldn’t give up until she got what she wanted.

Molly glanced at her, her tone indifferent, “What’s it to you?”

Scarlett Jackson’s breathing halted.

Affairs of the ‘W’ organization didn’t concern her – not now. But in the future, they would be closely related to her.

This Ivy Thompson, once she took control of the organization, would be the first she’d manipulate.

Letting her show off in front of her – she would make her pay for it sooner or later.

Scarlett Jackson took a deep breath, covered her chest, and laughed meaningfully, “Right, you’re not a confidant of the organization’s leader. How would you know if he’s coming or not? I must be overthinking.”

In her view, Ivy Thompson was at most an employee within the organization. Otherwise, with the nature of the Thompson and Leaford families, they would have made it public and Ivy wouldn’t have been bullied by Isabelle in the past.

This was enough to demonstrate, Ivy Thompson was a mere rookie in the organization without significant influence.

“Indeed, I’m not the leader’s confidant.” Molly, with her hand resting on the side of the car, her lips upturned slightly, smirked and looked indifferent, as if nothing could grab her attention.

Her raven hair cascaded down the sides of her waist, highlighting her petite, pale face even more.

Seeing her like this, Scarlett Jackson was somewhat stupefied.

Even though she was accustomed to seeing celebrities in the entertainment industry, Ivy’s pure yet slightly beguiling appearance still took her by surprise. This pure yet desirous aura appealed to everyone, even she couldn’t help but stare.

If it was simply a matter of looks, she didn’t stand a chance against Ivy.

But what she was playing with was her background, the ability to trample Ivy underfoot.

“From the sound of things, Miss Jackson, it seems like you know our leader?” Molly arched her eyebrows, blinked, and playfully asked, “Otherwise, how do you know our leader will come?”

Scarlett Jackson didn’t catch the probe in her words, her triumphant lips curving upwards, “Not exactly acquaintances, but more like a semi-confidant.”

Even though she wasn’t a confidant now, she would be later.

Molly widened her eyes in surprise, “Miss Jackson really has extraordinary abilities! Even knowing our leader, be sure to recommend me in the future, okay?”

Scarlett Jackson giggled, rolling her eyes in disdain.

That Ivy Thompson really had quixotic dreams; talk of being recommended, it would be a blessing for her not to be fired.

But as Ivy Thompson put it, Scarlett Jackson completely dismissed the speculation about her identity in the organization.

Initially, she was worried that Ivy Thompson wielded substantial power in the organization. After all, even the official ‘W’ organization had been protecting Ivy and she had comfortably allowed Emma Smith into the organization, almost making her doubt whether Ivy Thompson was the leader of the ‘W’ organization.

But after noticing Ivy becoming obsequious at the mention of being acquainted with her own leader, she was instantly relieved.

What kind of leader is this? This is simply a pushover worker.

Seeing Molly’s playful manner, a slight smile flickered in Michael Gallagher’s eyes.

He knew Molly. With her temperament, she wouldn’t need a recommendation. This Scarlett Jackson, once taken advantage of by Molly, would probably even have to count the money for her.

Molly turned her head to look at Michael Gallagher, barely holding back a smile, her lips puckered slightly, “What are you laughing at?”

“Are you feeling hurt because your old fling is being bullied?”

Michael Gallagher raised his eyebrows indifferently: “She and I are not old flings.”

Heh, they are not…

Molly Walker chuckled without a word.

The phone call yesterday indicates that his relationship with Scarlett Jackson is not ordinary, but judging by Michael Gallagher’s reaction, he seems unaware of yesterday’s events.

Never mind, the important thing now is to tell Harry Lambert about Scarlett Jackson so that he can prepare.

They have always been trying to figure out who the woman who took Nathan Parker’s paintings is. The other party is clearly hiding intentionally. At first, she thought it was the second daughter of the Jenkins family, but today she heard the secret from Scarlett Jackson.

It turns out that the person who sent the painting was not someone from the Jenkins family, but Scarlett Jackson.

Scarlett Jackson, with thousands of precautions, never expected that the person standing in front of her was the Big Boss of the ‘W’ organization.

Trying to flaunt in front of Molly Walker, she forgot to keep a low profile.

Knowing that the person is Scarlett Jackson, Molly Walker wasn’t afraid anymore.

She promised her master not to touch the people from the Jenkins family, but if it was Scarlett Jackson, she could do whatever she wanted.

Seeing Michael Gallagher getting out of the car and even opening the door for Molly Walker, a series of actions made Scarlett Jackson increasingly jealous.

It wasn’t until the phone rang that Scarlett Jackson looked at the name on the cell phone, and the cold corners of her lips lifted slightly.

“Miss Summers, I’m in the parking lot.”

Soon, Violet Summers came to the entrance of the parking lot. Seeing Scarlett Jackson and the bodyguards around her, Violet Summers couldn’t help but show a bit of envy.

She was not like Scarlett Jackson, who was powerful and well-off. Although her last name was Summers and she was related to the Summers family, she was just a distant relative.

And Scarlett Jackson, the only daughter of the Jackson family, worth a billion and a half, was simply enviable.

Seeing Violet Summers, Scarlett Jackson’s face showed a friendly smile. She took a gift box from the bodyguard and handed it to Violet Summers.

“This is the first time I’m seeing Miss Summers, I don’t have anything worthy of being a gift, this small gift is just out of respect.”

Violet Summers took the box and saw the item inside. Her eyes widened and her hand shook slightly.

This wasn’t just a small gift, it was a high-end rare leather bag worth hundreds of thousands, something even rich ladies from wealthy families would scramble for.

Due to the protection of animals, rare leather bags were becoming more and more scarce, and good-looking rare leather vintage bags had become a hot commodity among wealthy ladies.

She also loves jewelry design and has a deep understanding of luxury bags. Seeing Scarlett Jackson being so generous, Violet Summers looked at Scarlett Jackson with admiration.

Everyone knows that she was no longer a part of the ‘W’ organization, and now fewer people were trying to curry favor with her. But Scarlett Jackson, she was drastic indeed.

“Miss Jackson, this gift is too expensive…” Violet Summers steadied herself and pushed the gift back, “Just tell me if you need my help in the future. I don’t need a gift, let’s consider that I have made a new friend.”

“Just take it, it’s only a few days of my pocket money.” Scarlett Jackson didn’t care and casually brushed her earlobe with her fingers, her smile a bit casual, “If Miss Summers despises my gift, then how can we be friends? Since we are friends, you must accept this small token of friendship.”

Scarlett Jackson put it back into her arms.

Violet Summers blushed and accepted it seeing that she couldn’t refuse.

Scarlett Jackson asked, “Does Miss Summers still want to return to the ‘W’ organization?”

Violet Summers laughed awkwardly: “I would like to, but they’ve already expelled me.”

“The one who expelled you, was it Ivy Thompson?”