The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce Chapter 142 – Sorry, I Heard Everything

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Sorry, I Heard Everything

“Mm.” Molly Walker nodded calmly, “Your door wasn’t locked, and I’m sorry, I heard everything.”

She didn’t expect her to admit it so candidly, and now it was Penny Lewis’s turn to be embarrassed.

Penny Lewis put down the phone and hurried over to try and grab her hand, but Molly dodged her.

Molly took her cell phone and turned to leave, but Penny quickly called out to her, “Molly, I’m sorry.”

Molly stopped in her tracks.

Penny awkwardly stood behind her, and stammered, “You know, participating in this kind of competition is the dream of virtually all designers, and I really wanted to participate, so I took your place. Can you forgive me for taking care of you these past few years?”

Molly’s lips curved slightly, too lazy to even lift her eyelids, “You said it yourself, it’s everyone’s dream. You stole my dream, so how can I forgive you?”

She had just clearly heard Penny say she found her disgusting and that she’d been enduring it for a long time.

And now, she actually wanted to use this supposed past kindness to beg for her forgiveness!

“I’ve had a raise for the past few years, not because you applied for me, but because the company gave it to me, right?”

She voluntarily tore off this veil.

As expected, at these words, Penny’s face turned extremely ugly.

The raise was indeed not something Penny applied for; it was the company that saw Molly’s excellence and took the initiative to give her a raise. Penny just claimed the credit for it.

Now that they’ve gone this far, there’s no need to pretend anymore.

She pursed her lips and said lightly, “So, what do you want? It’s already a done deal… The competition system has recorded my face. Unless the company forfeits the competition, I’m the one participating.”

At this point, Penny’s nervousness had subsided somewhat.

Factual as it was, the system recorded her face, and the company would never give up on this competition.

Once she won a title, even if the company knew the truth, they wouldn’t blame her.

But the most important thing right now was to stabilize Molly. As long as she didn’t make a scene, everything was negotiable.

“Molly, I’ve wronged you this time. You can scold or hit me however you want, but it’s not like you can ask the company to forfeit the competition!”

Seeing her helpless expression, Molly let out a beautiful sneer, “Whether the company quits is the company’s business, but you stealing my spot is our personal business. I’m sure Michael Gallagher doesn’t know yet that one of his employees has swapped the spot behind his back, does he?”

Upon hearing her mention Michael Gallagher, Penny’s face turned varying shades of green and white.

Thinking about the recent rumors of Michael Gallagher and Molly’s falling out, Penny quickly steadied her thoughts, “You don’t need to pressure me with Mr. Gallagher; he’s too busy to care about these things.”

Molly sneered, “Then you must not know about the bet he made with me to secure a winning place, right?”

“Tell me, if he knew you stole my spot and prevented me from participating, what would he do?”

Penny stared dumbfounded, speechless in her shock.

She made a bet with Mr. Gallagher for the competition?

Then, if Mr. Gallagher found out she had taken Molly’s spot, he would be furious.

As something dawned on her, Penny trembled all over, her lips quivering like a sieve.

Molly no longer looked at her, letting out a cold laugh as she pushed open the door and left.

She could afford not to participate in the competition, but she couldn’t play the saint. She would definitely let Michael Gallagher know what he needed to know.

The next morning, she brought a large box of jewelry to the Gallagher family’s villa.

Michael Gallagher had already been discharged from the hospital and was said to be recuperating at the Gallagher residence.

Molly knocked on the door, and it opened to reveal a small face.

Seeing Molly, little Bailey Gallagher subconsciously shrank back.

Molly raised an eyebrow, her face expressionless, “Is Michael Gallagher here?”

“He’s here.” Bailey looked at her and bit her lip, then stepped aside to let her in. Only then did Molly take a closer look at him, noticing that Bailey’s personality seemed to have changed a bit.

The old Bailey was flamboyant and confident, as if he knew he had the backing of others and feared nothing. Now, however, there was a hint of timidity and cowardice in him.

Thinking about the recent uproar surrounding Isabelle, she guessed that Bailey might have heard about it too.

She sighed softly and walked in without glancing sideways.

Inside the room, the servants were cleaning.

Ever since the last fire, all the servants had been replaced, and Molly didn’t know any of them.

She clenched her teeth and finally grabbed a servant at random, speaking softly, “Is Michael Gallagher in? I need to see him…”

As soon as her words fell, the door on the second floor opened, and Michael Gallagher walked out.

There was heating in the room, and he was simply wearing a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, exposing a string of wooden prayer beads.

He looked her up and down, his eyes narrowed with a touch of coldness, “What are you here for?”

Wearing a simple coat that reached her buttocks made her legs appear as long and slim as ever. Perhaps because it was cold, she let her hair down, hanging around her waist like a freshly-picked rose.

Seeing him, her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, like a frightened deer.

Dark swirls churned in Michael’s deep, inky eyes, as if two clusters of flames had been ignited.

Molly raised the box in her hand: “Returning your stuff.”

Michael glanced at the wooden box in her hand, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly. “You finished studying them so soon?”

He remembered that the day after tomorrow would be the preliminaries.

Molly pursed her lips, her gaze dull, “I’m not qualified for the competition anymore, so I’m returning your things and cancelling our agreement.”

“What do you mean?” Michael’s sharp indifference fell on her, and thinking of her identity as Ivy Thompson, he clenched his fingers tightly around the railing.

“A few days ago, the organizers invited everyone who was participating in the competition. I was in the hospital, and didn’t go. Penny Lewis went, and I heard they only recognized faces there, so Penny Lewis became the competitor. It’s not appropriate for me to take your things as I’m not participating in the competition.” She was tempted by the contents of the box and wanted to win something even if it was just for the jewelry in the box, but it was not up to her to participate now.

Upon hearing this, Michael’s face was filled with the rage of a raging cold wind: “Since I gave it to you, I have no reason to take it back. I’ll talk to the organizers, and you can continue the competition.”

She had initially decided to give up, but it turned out she could still participate in the competition.

Molly frowned, speaking softly, “No need to trouble yourself. Since she’s already shown her face, it’s the same for her to participate.”

Considering her current identity, it was already delicate for her to represent the Gallagher Group in the competition. At this point, she was somewhat discouraged.

However, upon hearing this, Michael’s thin lips tightened, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down, suppressing the surging blood.

She really wanted to withdraw from the competition!

He glanced at the box and said coldly, “You want to withdraw from the competition yourself, right?”

The Norman family also had a competition quota, but their designer was suddenly in a car accident and they were looking for a new participant. Moreover, Jeremy Norman secretly bought her a suite, which she had accepted.

Thinking of the Thompson family’s attitude toward Jeremy Norman, the anger in Michael’s heart surged even more viciously.

Molly didn’t expect him to think so, and felt baffled, “Why would I tell you this if I wanted to withdraw from the competition? Please be clear. It’s not that I don’t want to compete, it’s that I’ve been forced not to.”

“I’ll take care of the competition. You prepare well for the preliminaries the day after tomorrow.” Michael glanced at her coldly, his tone confident.

After a few seconds of silence, Molly looked at the box and nodded, “Fine, I

hope you can sort it out.”

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As far as she knew, the organizers of this competition were very stubborn, with powerful backstage support, making behind-the-scenes manipulation a near-impossible task.

Since Michael said he could handle it, she would take it one step at a time.

Seeing her reluctantly agreeing, and thinking of her accepting the house from Jeremy Norman, a surge of anger bubbled up in Michael’s heart.

“You won’t accept my villa, but why won’t you refuse a house from another man?”

Molly’s lips twitched, “What are you talking about? When did I ever ask for a house from another man?”