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

Chapter 444: Chapter 441: No Job is Inferior or Superior
“There’s no high or low in professions, will you support my decision, second brother?” Gillian Thompson looked at him, as if it wasn’t a dangerous place she was going into, but rather her dream.

Nicholas Thompson didn’t say anything, gripping his hand into a fist.

Disappointed?

He must be.

The company he founded was not as appealing as a janitor at Molly Walker’s company.

“Are you really only hoping for a job?” Nicholas Thompson struggled to accept this result, staring at her intently.

He dared not respond, fearing Gillian would regret her decision later.

He had no prejudice against janitors, he just felt she wasn’t suitable for the job.

She’d never faced hardship in her life. Could changing companies change that too? He felt better having her under his watchful eye, but if she’s out of his sight and gets bullied, he won’t be able to do anything.

He thought Gillian would certainly choose his company, he didn’t expect she’d choose Molly Walker’s company instead.

“Yes, second brother, I’m just hoping for a job, a job that will treat me as equal, regardless of what it is, I don’t mind.” Gillian said against her heart, her mind set undone.

She thought Molly would refuse, but she ended up arranging a job for her.

Even if it’s a janitor’s job, she’ll take it.

That’s the “W” organization. If she gets in, at least she can save face in front of her friends and classmates.

She could tell others she’s part of the “W” and whatever she does inside would be up to her to describe.

Having thought this through, she even started to look forward to this job.

Nicholas Thompson sees that she truly doesn’t mind being a janitor, no longer persuades her, discusses the hiring time with Molly and departs with disappointment.

Seeing the message from Nicholas Thompson that said Gillian agreed, Molly Walker was a bit surprised.

She just mentioned the janitor job casually. She initially thought Gillian wouldn’t agree, it appears she’d underestimated her.

“Fourth Sister, are you really going to let that woman work at your company?” Joshua Thompson rolled his eyes when he heard about this.

No wonder Nicholas Thompson wanted to avoid them. It turned out he wanted to find a job for Gillian.

This Nicholas Thompson, must’ve eaten some kind of bewitching drug, his thick skin getting thicker.

“Your janitors don’t have any special privileges, do they?” Joshua Thompson coldly added, “Don’t give Gillian any special treatment.”

“W” members, even janitors, probably aren’t ordinary workers.

Gillian probably thinks the same, otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed to the job given her personality.

“Janitors are just janitors, there are no special privileges,” Molly Walker said calmly, lost in thought.

In fact, even the janitors at “W” enjoy substantial benefits and share in the company’s profits.

But Gillian is different.

She can’t let Gillian get in touch with the people at “W”.

Molly Walker replied to Nicholas Thompson’s message on her cell phone, her mind already working faster.

…

Not far from the “W” division, Emma Smith wearing sunglasses walked out of the corridor.

After taking a few steps, she was grabbed by a few bodyguards.

“What do you guys want?”

Emma Smith was cautious and began to struggle.

Samuel Richardson walked over with a stern face.

“Dad…” Emma Smith frowned, “What are you trying to do?”

“Your sister’s in trouble, someone wants her dead. If we can’t deal with that person this week, she might not live past next week,” Samuel Richardson said calmly, but his heart was in turmoil.

He tried his best to delay the trial and asked his friends in the prison to take care of her, but Isabelle Richardson sent him nothing but bad news.

Before, Isabelle only said she was scared and asked him to bring some things, but rarely sent such harsh words.

Who would want her dead?

It must be Molly Walker.

“What’s her life or death have to do with me?” Emma Smith laughed scornfully, “She has committed so many evil deeds, even if she dies today, I don’t…”

With a “slap”, Samuel Richardson cut her off with a slap to the face.

A red handprint appeared on Emma Smith’s face.

“That’s your sister!” Samuel Richardson trembled with rage.

Before, he thought Emma Smith was more sensible, obedient, and clever than Isabelle. After Isabelle went to prison, he shifted his focus to Emma.

But this daughter, harder to control than Isabelle, doing well on her own but unwilling to give the company a hand.

Especially after seeing Isabelle Richardson’s plea for help, he commanded people to stake out for days, eventually catching Emma Smith.

“Take her to the Leaford family’s villa.”

Molly Walker had recently taken up residence in the Leaford family’s villa.

“Let go of me, Samuel Richardson, I won’t go anywhere, I won’t beg for that bitch, let go of me!!”

Emma Smith resisted fiercely, refusing to be manipulated by them.

Samuel Richardson darkened his face, giving a signal to the bodyguard. With no other choice, the bodyguard covered Emma Smith’s mouth and dragged her into the car.

In the Leaford family’s villa, Molly was heading out after getting ready but was intercepted by a black car at the front door.

The car door opened, and Emma was dragged out by the bodyguards.

Looking at Emma’s sorry state, Molly’s heart clenched, the pit of her stomach plummeted.

“Let go of her!”

Molly reprimanded with a shout, and promptly, the Leaford’s security staff flocked over.

Molly Walker was a person whom the Leaford family cherished. Trained professionals, upon hearing her outburst, swiftly circled around her for protection.

Samuel Richardson stepped out of the car, looking at Molly with sinister eyes. “My dear girl, your tactics are even more ruthless than I imagined.”

“Samuel Richardson, let her go.”

The moment Molly saw Samuel, she instantly knew his intentions.

Emma was his daughter, and she hadn’t thought Samuel would be so heartless.

“Molly, he received Isabelle’s plea for help before forcing me here to threaten you, you must ignore me!”

Fearful that Molly would be threatened, Emma Smith exerted all her strength to pry off the bodyguard’s hand covering her mouth and screamed her heart out.

Molly was slightly startled, her fingers slightly retreated, her gaze towards Samuel Richardson was tranquil as water.

Isabelle’s plea for help?

Wasn’t Isabelle in prison? Why was she pleading for help?

She had considered using despicable means to deal with Isabelle before, but in the end, she chose to use law enforcement as punishment.

As the manager of “W”, she must set an example by refraining from abusing her power.

She held a grudge against Isabelle, but she doesn’t need to gamble the lives of everyone in “W”.

Isabelle was not enough to justify using such measures.

She had not dealt with Isabelle yet as she was waiting for the day of the trial.

In theory, prison was supposed to be the safest place for Isabelle.

“Miss Walker, despite what Isabelle has done, I know you won’t forgive her, but we should rely on the law for justice, instead of using underhanded means,” Samuel Richardson narrowed his eyes, warning in a deep voice. “Are you purchasing collusions to torment her? Are you wanting to exact your own justice?”

He could take advantage of a few connections to take care of Isabelle, but he couldn’t buy off every criminal inside.

It was as if the people inside had conspired, openly leaving Isabelle out and even attempted her life.

At first, he thought that his daughter was just throwing a tantrum or exaggerating, but the last time he’s been to see Isabelle, he realized she was scarily thin, with both old and new wounds all over her body – a gruesome sight to behold.

The fear in Isabelle’s eyes was as if there were beasts in the prison.

“Dad, please, I beg you, save me, someone wants to kill me.”

Isabelle repeated that sentence over and over when she saw him.

He asked the management of the prison, but could only find out that she had conflicts with the people in prison.

Though it is normal for criminals to isolate and fight amongst themselves, Isabelle spoke of someone purposely going against her.

He could think of only one person who would target his daughter, Molly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Molly maintained an extraordinary calm demeanor, not even exposing her doubts.

“Yes, I hate Isabelle, and I wish she would die right away. But I am sensible, I am just a regular person incapable of doing such outrageous things.”

“Regular person.” Samuel Richardson scoffed. “You’re part of ‘W’, how can you be ordinary? I advise you to stop now. If something happens to Isabelle, I’ll make sure you go down with her.”

“Go down with her?” A cold voice intervened.

Michael Gallagher rode his motorcycle intending to pick Molly up when he heard the threatening words.

He removed his helmet, placed it in between his arm and waist, his clothing casually undone, combined grace and recklessness.

His pupils, as black as ink, impenetrable. His thin lips twitched slightly, and spoke in an ice-cold voice:

“Who do you want to go down with?”

He stood there, upright, neither humble nor haughty. Like a strong pine tree, one couldn’t look away.

Subdued by Michael Gallagher’s deep irises, Samuel Richardson’s whole body trembled, instantly feeling a chill enveloping his entire body.

He’d seen all kinds of people in the business world. Even Daniel Thompson hadn’t given him such a sense of oppression.

But this man, not even thirty, was like a demon from hell. Every time their eyes met, he can always cause him to feel his heart skip a beat.