The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce Chapter 69 – Who is this person

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Who is this person

“Hey, wait!” Molly Walker quickly called after them, “When did I ever kidnap him?”

She pointed at Bailey Gallagher, her energy ferocious, “Come here, kid, you tell them.”

Bailey pouted his lips and turned his head away.

Molly Walker: ‘ .

The middle-aged woman impatiently intervened, “Bailey is young and naturally good. He never lies. What, are you trying to force him to cover for

“Good?” Molly Walker scoffed.

Many kids are pure-hearted, but this Bailey is not.

Even though she helped him, he is now unwilling to even stand up for her.

She shouldn’t have had this soft heart!

“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have helped you.” She gave Bailey a cold glance.

Bailey kept his head down, not daring to look up at her.

Molly Walker watched as several people encircled her, but she stood still.

Just as these people reached out to grab her, a dozen bodyguards in black zipped out from nowhere.

“Miss, are you alright?”

Faced with these bodyguards who had blocked her in, Molly Walker didn’t change her expression, but was inwardly taken aback.

She looked at her wristwatch and was briefly lost in thought.

After the last time she returned to the Thompson family, Damian Thompson gave her this watch and said that she should press the button on it when she ran into trouble and needed help.

In reality, defeating these men wasn’t too difficult. She just wanted to try out the watch. She hadn’t thought that pressing it would bring so many people to her aid.

Could these people have been following her this whole time?

Molly Walker’s mouth twitched.

Indeed, this was how the richest man provided protection. It was quite brute force.

Seeing so many people appear, Bailey widened his eyes. The middle-aged woman was surprised and took a few steps back, “You…”

Molly Walker took a deep breath and said quietly, “If you take me to the Police Station, you will be harming yourselves.”

She pointed out the surveillance camera fixed to the street lamp, maintaining her composure, “Before this, he was being bullied by other kids. 1 helped him. If you don’t believe me, you can check the surveillance at the Police Station.” Bailey glanced at the camera and, dispirited, drooped his eyelids.

“l don’t know why you, so young, are so deceitful. If everyone treated those who helped them like you do, do you think they would ever have any friends?” Even so, she didn’t regret helping him.

When she was a child and was bullied to the point of bruises all over, she hoped somebody would help her, but in her day, schoolyard bullying was commonplace. No one helped her; anyone who did would be ostracized along with her.

Today, she helped him out of kindness and selflessness.

“Miss, do you want to go to the Police Station?” One of the bodyguards asked.

Molly Walker glanced at Bailey. Seeing him timidly hiding behind Aunt Lewis, she smiled wryly.

“Let it go. Let’s go.”

Seeing him like this, she was no longer in the mood to argue.

If they really went to the police station, such a young child couldn l t be handled by the police anyway.

He wasn’t her child, and she wasn’t obligated to educate him. They would have to wait for society’s harsh lessons to teach him slowly.

Molly Walker didn’t look at him again, hands shoved in her pockets, she turned around expressionless.

The black jacket wrapped around her upper body enhancing her glamorous and ruthless beauty. Her long, straight legs were shown off with a leather skirt and knee-high boots. With her icy eyes and elegant attitude, she looked like a mafia princess.

The bodyguards followed behind her, like knights protecting their queen.

Watching her walking away, Bailey’s eyes reddened, and he tried to run after her.

Aunt Lewis figured out his intent, and quickly scooped him up.

“Young master, let’s go home.”

Bailey lowered his gaze to the toy in his hand, biting his lip hard.

“Let’s go.”

By the time Molly Walker reached Thompson Tower, the bodyguards behind her had already left.

She glanced at the watch on her hand. At first glance, this custom-made watch didn’t seem remarkable, but it surprisingly had this function.

She smiled contentedly.

Damian Thompson was kind to her.

At the entrance of Thompson Tower, the security guard stopped her.

“Miss, please show your access card.”

Access card?

The security at Thompson Group was strict, only people internally could enter. Molly looked at the flashing access card scanner, somewhat at a loss.

She thought for a moment, put her watch on it, and the door opened instantly.

Under the astonished gaze of the security guard, she walked in calmly.

Not long after she entered, a Mercedes Benz G-class stopped at the entrance of Thompson’s, the car door opened, and Isabelle Richardson gracefully stepped out.

Isabelle couldn’t help being envious as she looked at the twin tower building. The architecture also represented a company’s strength. Thompson family business was ranked the top in Sunnydale City, it was even notable in Capital City, and across the whole Orientopia.

In contrast to Richardson family, apart from their past underworld background, they had no other strengths. Now whenever they are mentioned, people are more scared rather than respectful.

Only businesses like the Thompson’s, with their rich foundations and strength, can make people envious and fawn over them.

“Miss, let’s go in.” Said her father’s secretary, who was specially arranged by her father to accompany her to sign the contract.

When Samuel Richardson found out that this matter was settled, he praised her-on-the-spot, saying that he would give her sixty percent of the Richardson family shares in the future.

As for the remaining forty percent of the shares … they were definitely for the others outside.

Isabelle smirked disdainfully.

As long as she finalizes this cooperation and marries Michael, she is confident that she can firmly hold the Richardson family in her hands. At that time, let alone forty percent, she won’t give anyone a single percent.

“Miss Richardson, you are really impressive, you solved this matter in one stroke.” Samuel Richardson’s secretary praised with admiration.

She didn’t know what method Isabelle used to change Daniel Thompson’s mind and agree to continue cooperating with the Richardson family.

He had prepared for the company to go bankrupt and was ready to resign. He didn’t expect Miss Richardson to be able to turn the tides.

“Just trivial.” Isabelle couldn’t hide the pride on her face.

Molly Walker and Joshua Thompson combined were still not as good as Gillian Thompson. Although there was a huge risk in the future, at least she was victorious now.

“Let’s go.” She held the contract, and walked in with a beaming smile.

On the other side, Molly Walker was already in the elevator.

When she pressed the floor where Daniel Thompson’s office was located, she found that she couldn’t press it.

“Others cannot go to Mr. Thompson’s floor.” The girl standing next to her kindly reminded.

The office where Daniel Thompson was located was a separate floor. The elevator couldn’t directly reach it. It had to swipe to enter.

Others glanced at Molly Walker, seeing her fashionable dress, beautiful appearance, their eyes were full of gossiping light.

Who is this person, and why they intend to go into Mr. Thompson’s office.

Molly Walker tried to swipe her watch on it, and the floor of Daniel Thompson’s office lit up.

Seeing that she effortlessly swiped to open Daniel Thompson’s floor, the people inside the elevator were utterly astonished.

Aside from Mr. Thompson himself and his children, basically no one else could open this floor.

Who on earth was she?

Under the gaze of the others in the elevator, Molly Walker stepped out.

Molly Walker’s unlocking of the floor quickly caused a stir in the company.

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Everyone was guessing, who is this person.

Molly Walker sped up her pace, and quickly arrived in front of Daniel Thompson’s office.

She raised her hand, knocking on the door.

“Come in.”

Daniel Thompson was writing something on a piece of paper.. Seeing her, a hint of surprise appeared on his face: “How did you get here?”