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Chapter 42 - 42: Do You Plan to Continue Working at Gallagher Group?
Chapter 42 - 42: Do You Plan to Continue Working at Gallagher Group?
Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Do You Plan to Continue Working at Gallagher Group?
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Isabelle Richardson carefully observed the expression on Molly Walker’s face, only to find that the smile remained, neither angry nor annoyed, leaving breath caught in her throat.
She thought she could annoy Molly with this, but surprisingly, Molly didn’t take the bait.
It was like punching into a cotton ball; she could only swallow the feeling of injustice alone.
Thinking of Molly’s true identity, jealousy burned fiercely in Isabelle’s heart.
“What are your plans after the divorce, Miss Walker? Do you still plan to continue working in the Gallagher Group?”
All she wants now is to drive Molly away, as far away as possible, preferably out of this province, out of Orientopia.
Molly raised her eyebrows and chuckled lightly.
She’s still employed in the Gallagher Group, but since her grandmother fell ill, she applied to work from home to take care of her grandmother. As long as her jewelry designs sold out quickly, she could complete her tasks by submitting her designs on time every week.
But Isabelle’s question was a probe, both overtly and covertly.
How could she still have the nerve to stay in the Gallagher Group after the divorce?
“Where I work seems to have nothing to do with you, does it?”
“How can it be unrelated? Once I’m married to Michael, I’ll be the mistress of the Gallagher family. How can I let Michael’s ex-wife continue to work in the company?” Isabelle stared at her intently, “You wouldn’t have the nerve to stay in your old place, right?”
“l do not mind.” Molly remained unmoved, her lips curved up, her smile radiant, “The pay at Gallagher Group is good. Where else can I find such a good job? Even if you become the boss’s wife, you don’t have the qualifications to dismiss me. Why don’t you ask Michael Gallagher? As long as he dismisses me and pays enough compensation, I’m willing to leave immediately. As for you…”
She slowly approached Isabelle and sneered, “Where do you fit in the Gallagher Group?”
Isabelle’s face turned pale.
“Let’s talk about it when you become the boss’s wife.”
Molly leisurely turned around.
Perhaps before they even got married, Isabelle would be going to prison.
Before leaving, she looked at the mother-in-law in the hospital room, her neck craning to look this way, and drooped her eyes.
Although her mother-in-law doesn’t recognize her now, at least she’s happy.
Thinking of the doctor’s diagnosis, her heart was incredibly heavy.
“Take good care of her.” Molly looked at Isabelle, her face serious.
Isabelle scoffed, “Of course, she’s my mother-in-law, and I will take good care of her.’
Molly’s lips twitched, about to speak when her cell phone vibrated a few times.
She opened it and saw a message from No. 6 in the organization: I’ve found information on the matter you asked me to check. Unexpectedly, it has something to do with you as well. Good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first?
Molly replied: Bad news.
No. 6: The bad news is that this was indeed not an accident. That person wanted to silence Joshua Thompson directly because there was an important document in his car.
Molly: What document?
As she sent the message, a voice rang in her ear.
“Miss Walker.’
Molly looked up to see a smiling face wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
“Eldest son of the Thompson family.”
Damian Thompson chuckled softly, his voice gentle, “l have something to discuss with you, do you have a moment?”
Molly glanced at her phone once more; No. 6 had not replied yet.
She helplessly pocketed her phone and smiled at Damian, “Sure.”
Watching Molly and Damian walk to the side, Isabelle’s heart pounded nervously.
She couldn’t help but follow them.
Seeing her follow, Damian raised an eyebrow and asked, puzzled, “Do you need something, Miss Richardson?”
Isabelle stood awkwardly, biting her nails and nervously licking her lips, also have something to discuss with you both.”
“Oh?” Damian’s smile remained unchanged. He gently pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, deepening his gaze, “Miss Richardson, please wait on the side. There is something I would like to discuss with Miss Walker first.” Hearing that he wanted to talk to Molly, a bad feeling crossed Isabelle’s mind.
She was afraid of Molly having contact with the Thompson family, especially Damian, the primary heir to the Thompson family, well-informed and close to Joshua. If Joshua had told Damian something in advance, all her efforts would have been wasted.
Watching Damian deliberately avoid her with Molly, Isabelle became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
She took a few steps forward and hid beside the wall, eavesdropping with her ears perked up.
Damian’s gaze turned heavy, both speechless and helpless.
Molly coldly glanced at Isabelle, who now seemed more shameless than before with her cunning behavior.
“Miss Walker, after coming to our house, did you leave anything behind?”
Damian cut straight to the chase.
Molly was stunned and thought for a moment.
After returning home that day, she checked her belongings and found that she had lost a small handkerchief, but she didn’t know if it had fallen at the Richardson family’s villa or at the Thompson family’s.
Seeing her indecisive, Damian had guessed.
The handkerchief was right in his pocket. As soon as he took it out, the truth would be revealed.
But now there was an extra person nearby.
He cast a cold glance at Isabelle.
He knew Isabelle and Molly didn’t get along, and if Molly was indeed his sister, he could only keep it a secret until Joshua woke up.
If Molly was really Ivy, then their years of investigation had been misled.
There had been a hidden hand behind the scenes, manipulating and misleading them all along.
Looking at his sister so close at hand, Damian’s eyes grew a little hot.
He walked to the peeping Isabelle and whispered, “Miss Richardson, as someone who’s received a higher education, eavesdropping on people is inappropriate.”
Isabelle blinked, her lips pouting innocently, “I’m just curious since Molly is also my friend…”
Friend…
Molly almost burst into laughter.
Isabelle’s eagerness to eavesdrop was really ugly.
“Miss Richardson, we’ve always been enemies. When did I become your friend?” She crossed her arms, laughed mockingly, and surveyed Isabelle with her beautiful eyes.
Having her face slapped on the spot, Isabelle couldn’t hold back any longer and turned to leave.
Molly looked at Damian and whispered, “She’s gone; there’s no one else here. You can speak directly.”
Damian’s attitude today seemed a bit strange, especially his hand, which kept staying in his pocket as if he had something unspeakable.
Seeing Isabelle leaving, Damian’s hand in his pocket clenched and unclenched. Under Molly’s puzzled gaze, he took out the item.
A piece of yellow- stained white cloth lay flat on his hand.
Damian’s hand trembled slightly, the corners of his naturally smiling lips pursed, his eyes filled with suppressed excitement.
“Is this your belonging?”
His voice trembled with expectation and fear.
He held the cloth, his mind blank, his hands shaking continuously.
Molly raised her eyebrows.
She didn’t expect the formidable eldest son of the Thompson family to be so nervous.
She glanced at the cloth in his hand and the corners of her lips curled up. She picked up the cloth, her smile blooming bright like a flower, “l thought this thing would be thrown away as trash.”
“l didn’t expect you to find it..”