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

Even more unexpectedly, Zachary Jenkins saw her bribing that man.

Faced with Zachary’s serious gaze, Scarlett forced a smile: “Mr. Jenkins, I…”

“You want to frame her?”

“No, no, no…” Scarlett awkwardly waved her hand, “I didn’t want to frame her, I just… just…”

After talking for half a day, Scarlett couldn’t come up with a clear explanation.

Indeed, she wanted to stop Molly Walker from competing.

But facing Zachary, she suddenly became tongue-tied.

Michael Gallagher’s lips formed a sharp curve, his lashes thick, casting a shadow over his dark eyes like ink, full of cold intensity, making Scarlett shiver all over.

Her mind quickly turned, and she suddenly thought of something and blurted out: “It’s grandfather, Mr. Jenkins asked me to do it.”

“What exactly are you plotting?” Michael’s cold stare was pressing, like a knife stabbing into Scarlett’s heart.

That cold, disdainful, and suspicious gaze was too much to bear.

A heavy blow hit Scarlett’s heart, causing pain to spread out and her heart to shatter.

She opened her mouth, thinking of all the things she had silently done, feeling wronged.

If it weren’t for helping him gain control of the ‘W’ organization, she wouldn’t have done so much.

For a moment, Scarlett felt both sad and wronged.

“Since you asked me, I will tell you.” Scarlett raised her chin, her beautiful face showing a touch of sadness.

She was frail, and her eyes reddened at the slightest grievance, looking very vulnerable.

If a normal man saw her like this, his resolve would instantly be shaken, but Michael was no ordinary man.

He stood still, his eyes cold like ice.

Considering what Scarlett had told him and her repeated attempts to obstruct Molly, his patience had long reached its limit.

If it weren’t for wanting to know what she and his grandfather had conspired, she would have been the first one he punished.

“Mr. Jenkins, do you know that your father once founded an organization?” Scarlett looked at him steadily, “‘W’ organization was actually founded by your father.”

Michael’s narrow eyes squinted, the light in them slightly concealed.

“Your father left a testament, saying that he would leave this organization to you so that you could take over it in the future, but on one condition, you have to return to the Jenkins family and become Zachary Jenkins. Otherwise, this matter will be buried forever.”

“Uncle Jenkins entrusted my father with managing a precious item, a painting by Nathan Parker. Uncle Jenkins said before he died that as long as the painting is delivered to the ‘W’ organization, they will hand over the organization to us. I have delivered the painting to the organization, and at first, the people there were very respectful to me, and they even promised to discuss Uncle Jenkins’ inheritance and testament with me today, but they have gone missing.”

“I don’t want to frame anyone, but Ivy Thompson is the one sent by the ‘W’ organization to compete. This is the only way I can attract their attention and warn them not to act rashly since the organization belongs to Mr. Jenkins.”

Scarlett paused, then said with grievance: “It’s yours, too.”

Michael furrowed his brows.

“If the people from ‘W’ organization don’t contact you, you take it out on Molly?”

Scarlett lowered her eyes with anxiety: “This is the only way I can think of, I and Mr. Jenkins really don’t want this organization to fall into other people’s hands.”

The ‘W’ organization is a big piece of meat, and nobody would be able to resist it.

She quietly looked at the man in front of her and whispered: “Mr. Jenkins, I’m doing this for your own good. The organization is Uncle Edward Jenkins’ hard work. Even if you don’t like your uncle, you can’t waste his kindness.”

“I don’t need this organization.”

Michael’s face was indifferent, not showing any interest.

Molly has been working as a small leader inside the organization and is doing well. He never intended to disrupt the organizational structure of her workplace.

If he really took over the organization, Molly would definitely not be as carefree as before.

Moreover, what Edward Jenkins left behind, he found repulsive.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Scarlett became anxious.

If he doesn’t take over the organization, does he plan to hand it over to Jerry Jenkins?

“Mr. Jenkins, if you don’t want it, this organization will have to go to Jerry. Are you willing to watch someone else take over this organization?”

Saying this, Scarlett gritted her teeth and dropped a bomb: “Uncle Edward once said that your divorce is inevitable, asking us to wait, saying that after you divorce, you and I will be married.”

“Mr. Jenkins, I’m not doing this for myself; it’s for you.”

Upon hearing the words “inevitable divorce,” some change finally appeared on Michael’s indifferent face.

Inevitable divorce…

How would Edward Jenkins know that Molly would divorce him?

“Haven’t you ever doubted Molly’s motives for marrying you?” It occurred to Scarlett, her face turning pale as if she had thought of something, “I couldn’t figure it out at first, how a girl raised by a garbage-picking old woman could be so capable, but now I know.”

“She married you because of what Uncle Edward said.”

“Molly didn’t marry you out of necessity, but because she had planned it beforehand, including the divorce, which she had calculated all along!”

“She agreed to marry you to help you through the difficulties you were facing at the time in exchange for the protection of the ‘W’ organization. That’s the whole truth!”

After Scarlett finished speaking, there was a quiet hush in the air.

Michael’s face had become somewhat stiff.

Although he kept telling himself that Molly marrying him was just an accident, all the signs were telling him that this was not an accident.

Why would someone who could represent the “W” organization in a competition, and who could make top-tier celebrities quit the circle for her, marry him when he was on the verge of ruin?

For love?

Michael lowered his eyes and sneered.

So, this was the truth she hesitated to reveal.

Her marriage to him had always been for personal gain.

Just as she was about to go on stage, Molly suddenly sneezed and covered her nose.

“Are you okay?” The host asked softly.

Molly shook her head and took a step toward the stage.

After Molly went on stage, the scene momentarily lost control.

On the big screen on the stage, the words “W Organization” were clearly displayed.

The audience below was excited, each of them craning their necks to look at the stage.

They also wanted to know, what kind of person was the competitor sent by the W organization?

The woman on stage had waist-length black straight hair that cascaded like water, and her fair translucent skin emitted a jade-like glow. Her lips were slightly curved, and her black eyes were crystal clear like soaking in water, her whole body radiating elegance and nobility.

Seated in the last row, Daniel Thompson saw the person on stage and suddenly stood up.

“Is that…?”

Had he seen wrong, how could Ivy be on stage? Was she the competitor?

“Gabriel, the person on stage, is that Ivy?” Daniel’s face was full of disbelief.

Gillian Thompson also saw Ivy, her eyes wide as bells.

Ivy, is it really her?

She is actually the representative of the “W” organization!