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

Chapter 529: 524 What on Earth Does She Want to Do_1

Chapter 529: Chapter 524 What on Earth Does She Want to Do_1
 

The strength of the Hopkins family, he knew very well.

Without Damian Thompson’s help, forget about the successful bidding, the Hopkins family may not even be able to touch the edge of the project.

Sunnydale City is not only home to the Thompson family, there are also other powerful companies waiting to bid.

As far as he knew, the Gallagher family was also interested in this project.

Without the help of the Thompson family, let alone bidding for the project, he would be nothing!

“Is it because Master Thompson, felt I had an affair?” Ethan Hopkins thought for a while, and could only think of this reason, “You have also seen the real situation. Liliana Leaford and I have no connection. You are Gabriel’s older brother, please help us speak for us…”

If he could secure the project, his cooperation with Samuel Richardson would be stable, but if he didn’t secure the project, even if he grasped the weakness of the Thompson Group, it would be of little use.

Before bringing down the Thompson Group, this project must be secured, or else everything would be wasted.

Gillian Thompson also realised the difficulty of the situation, her heart jumped, and she hurriedly said: “Didn’t our older brother promise us? You are donating a kidney to dad, and our brother helps Ethan get the project. How can our brother change his mind just like that!”

“It must be Molly Walker, it has to be her!” Thinking of something, Gillian Thompson bit her teeth in hatred, “Our brother always listens to her, she must have persuaded our brother not to help, no, I have to find her, and I have to ask her what she really wants!”

After Gillian Thompson finished speaking, she ran out regardless.

“Gabriel!”

…

At this time, Molly Walker was having tea with Stephen Crane at the Tea House.

This Tea House is owned by the Norman family. Since the last time Jeremy Norman brought her here for dinner, the manager recognized her and immediately led her to the top-tier private room as soon as he saw her.

“Our young master Norman said, your face is our VIP card, all your expenses here are free.”

The manager’s words left Molly Walker somewhat speechless.

She knew, this manager still remembered her.

“You can charge as usual.”

She didn’t want to make anything special.

Stephen Crane looked at her in surprise.

This Tea House looked expensive, he didn’t expect the shop manager to dare propose a free meal, which showed how valuable Molly Walker was in this Tea House.

Stephen Crane grinned with deep meaning.

He was wearing a traditional tunic suit today, with a black hat covering his greying hair, which made him look a bit younger.

His reading glasses were on his nose, unable to cover the twinkle in his eyes.

“I heard that Jeremy Norman likes you very much.” Stephen Crane smiled, the wrinkles on his face deepened, “It’s a pity that the running water is affectionate, but the falling flowers are heartless! Otherwise, I quite like this young man.”

After knowing that Molly Walker was the grandchild of a certain “person”, he carefully investigated Molly Walker, including that “W” organization.

Although Molly Walker’s identity was difficult to trace, his extensive connections over the years meant that he could find out all the information about the other party.

He learned that Molly Walker had suffered, been in pain, and had success over these years.

If she had one stain on her life, it was probably that she had married Michael Gallagher.

Thinking of Michael Gallagher, Stephen Crane paused: “When are you and Michael Gallagher remarrying?”

“Do you really plan to reconcile with Michael Gallagher in the future?”

Molly Walker nodded: “I used to think that I didn’t like him, but in reality, I liked him too much. He has hurt me, and I have also hurt him, but we both didn’t cross the line. I think we both need to give each other another chance.”

Although Michael Gallagher did hurt her, he didn’t cross her line.

If Michael Gallagher had truly liked Isabelle Richardson, she would not be able to accept it.

Being particular about relationships was her bottom line.

“I know you are still upset about your grandmother’s affair. I have looked into your grandmother’s death, and it has nothing to do with that young man. It’s all Isabelle Richardson’s doing.” Thinking of his beloved dying of suffocation, Stephen Crane’s heart ached as if it were being sliced by a knife, “From the start, Isabelle Richardson was plotting to let your grandmother die, so she could be the knife lodged in your and the young man’s heart. What Isabelle Richardson wanted was for you two to never get back together.”

“Isabelle Richardson was targeting Michael Gallagher and me from the beginning.” Thinking of her grandmother’s untimely death, Molly’s nose turned sour, “I’m sorry, Mr. Crane, it’s all because of my grandmother… Blame me, blame me for trusting the hospital too much.”

She thought that everything would be fine once her grandmother entered the hospital, but she didn’t expect something wrong to happen in the hospital.

“You are not to blame, at the time you couldn’t show your identity, and Isabelle Richardson had Samuel Richardson’s full support, you are not divine and can’t control everything.” Stephen Crane clutched his chest and sighed, “If your grandmother were still alive, she would also want you to be happy. Don’t always burden yourself with this. Now that Isabelle Richardson is dead, your grandmother can rest in peace.”

Thinking of Isabelle Richardson’s death, Molly Walker looked at Stephen Crane: “Mr. Crane, I’ve always thought that Isabelle Richardson’s death was too simple.”

She has not seen Isabelle Richardson subjected to legal judgment, despised by everyone. The current situation where everyone is turning against her is still too trivial for Isabelle Richardson.

“Isabelle Richardson won’t be sentenced to death.” Stephen Crane spoke in a chilling tone.

Molly Walker’s breathing hitched.

She had been collecting evidence of Isabelle Richardson’s crimes, but never considered that Isabelle might not be sentenced to death.

“Even if she could be sentenced, she could appeal several times and manage to live a little longer. Every second she lives is a torture to me.”

Molly clenched her lips tightly and her fingers curled into a tight fist.

Each additional second Isabelle remains alive is torture to her.

“I heard that Samuel Richardson’s company ran into some trouble?” Stephen Crane’s voice carried a subtle hint.

Molly nodded: “The trouble came too late.”

Stephen understood, “Samuel Richardson is a very cunning man. He probably won’t sit idly by and allow you to crush him. He might extend his reach elsewhere.”

“If you need help, feel free to tell me. We will do our best to help you. Your grandmother is no longer with us. From now on, I’ll be your grandfather.” Stephen Crane looked at her with a compassionate gaze.

Warmed by his words, Molly realized that despite his age and seeming indifference to worldly matters, Stephen Crane had always been watching over her.

This old man might be eccentric, but he was also fiercely protective.

Her impression of him only dated back to the last competition. Although they had not gotten along at first and she was unmoved when he named her his heir, it was only today that she started to understand him better.

At times, they were quite similar – generally prioritizing the bigger picture but also fiercely protective of those they cared about.

“Thank you.” Molly bowed to Stephen Crane, who quickly helped her up.

“Silly girl, you’re her granddaughter, which makes you my granddaughter. You’ve been wronged before, but as long as I’m here, I won’t let you suffer anymore. Just call me grandfather. I don’t have any children or grandchildren of my own. I’d like to hear someone call me grandfather.” Stephen Crane’s smile was tinged with a hint of sadness.

HIs whole life, he was called “Mr. Crane,” for the most part, and later “Elder Mr. Crane.”

Most people feared, revered, respected him, but no one had ever truly treated him as family.

Meeting Stephen Crane’s hopeful gaze, Molly’s eyes stung. Her voice hoarse, she called out, “Grandfather.”

Stephen Crane let out a hearty laugh in response.

“There’s a dinner tomorrow. My still living old friends want to meet you. They are all famous figures in the political and business circles, as well as long-term partners of mine. Come have dinner with me tomorrow, I’ll introduce you all.” Fearing she might find it bothersome, Stephen Crane explained, “There’s a grade-A project coming up in Sunnydale City. Come tomorrow, there will be a surprise.”

Just as Molly was about to ask what the surprise was, her cell phone started ringing crazily.

The call was from Nicholas Thompson.

Molly glanced at it and immediately hung up, but as soon as she did, the phone rang again.

Molly frowned, about to switch it off when Stephen Crane signaled her to answer it.

Molly glanced at the phone. A call from Nicholas Thompson at this time couldn’t mean anything good.

…

Meanwhile, Gillian Thompson was pacing outside the hospital.

She had been searching for Molly for a long time, nearly driving herself crazy.

She wanted to confront Molly, to ask her why she was treating her this way. Her brother Nicholas had clearly agreed to help Ethan, but then Molly had interfered and wrecked their plan.

The Hopkins family had promised her that as long as they secured the project, they would agree to her marriage with Ethan Hopkins.

She had to secure this project, otherwise her baby would not be recognized by his family, and she would be subjected to public scorn.

Gillian was furious and anxious. She glanced at the rooftop of the nearby shopping mall, a dark glint in her eyes.

Soon, she dashed to the top floor of the shopping mall.

Crowds quickly gathered downstairs to watch the spectacle.

Being a hospital and shopping district, there was already a high volume of pedestrian traffic. As soon as word got out, the doctors and nurses were also on standby downstairs, just in case.

Seeing Gillian teetering on the edge of the rooftop, Nicholas Thompson was as jittery as a cat on a hot tin roof.

He made one phone call after another, frantically trying to reach Molly.

Just when his temper was about to explode, Molly finally answered his call.