Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Mr. Gallagher, please let her go
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“It’s her wish as well as mine.’
According to Molly, these three years, Michael Gallagher had never truly invested any feelings in her.
If it weren’t for Molly forbidding him to come and interfere, he would’ve taken her away in the first year she spent in this empty marriage.
What kind of good man allows other women to come and go while still in a marriage?
Harry Lambert leaned lazily against the table, arms crossed, and scoffed, “Mr. Gallagher, just let her go.”
Molly’s best years have already been wasted; she can’t continue down this path.
Let her go, or let them go?
Michael Gallagher clenched his fists, a chilly look in his eyes.
Molly had been with other men while married, even going so far as to force a divorce; did they really think he was easy to manipulate?
“Let her go, and who will let me go?” Michael Gallagher’s gaze was as cold as frost, “Three years of marriage, and I haven’t mistreated her, but she’s challenged my bottom line time and time again.”
First, she drugged him, forcing him to sleep with her.
Later, she openly cheated on him, making him wear a green hat.
He had endured all of these things, but what he couldn’t tolerate was Harry Lambert showing up and pushing for divorce.
“l don’t have the ability to interfere with the legal proceedings of Orientopia.” His thin lips revealed a touch of chill, cold indifference in his elongated eyes that read “Strangers, keep your distance.”
“You don’t have that ability, but I do.” The corner of Harry Lambert’s lips hooked up in ridicule, “Mr. Gallagher doesn’t have to do anything, just cooperate a little.”
More precisely, just don’t make any trouble.
He stood up, walking towards the door, but suddenly stopped, “Oh, right, your little wife, Isabelle Richardson, right?”
“You tell her to watch herself, and stop using dirty tricks against Molly. Others might be afraid of her, but I’m not.”
The Richardson family’s reputation for arrogance and connections with the underworld could scare a lot of people.
Why were they afraid? They feared for their lives.
He wasn’t afraid of anything.
His life had been saved by Molly years ago, so he had already discarded life and death in his mind.
If the Richardson family tried to lay a hand on Molly, he would make sure their hands were chopped off.
The killing intent in the young man’s beautiful eyes, like a glance from hell’s Yama himself.
Once he left, Jake Leaford, who had been waiting outside for dinner, quietly entered.
As soon as he entered, he saw Michael Gallagher standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyebrows furrowed, and a layer of frost covered his handsome features. His thin lips were white from being pressed together, indicating his bad mood.
Jake Leaford lowered his eyes and sighed softly.
Years ago, Michael Gallagher was a brash and dazzling young man, but time had made him grow rapidly, transforming him from a sunny youth into a moody, powerful man.
Even if they interacted as they did in the past, that man was gone for good.
If that incident hadn’t happened, Michael Gallagher would still be the most dazzling scion in Sunnydale City. That incident had destroyed Michael Gallagher and created the man he now was.
He knew why Harry Lambert came today.
As for the gossip, Michael Gallagher had suppressed it, and although he didn’t know all the details, he had a general idea of what happened between Harry Lambert and Molly.
“Just wearing a green hat, right? Nowadays, who doesn’t have some green on their head.” Jake Leaford began to persuade, “It’s a good thing now, isn’t it? You can divorce rightfully and marry Isabelle without any issue.”
According to Michael Gallagher’s plan, even if Molly hadn’t asked for a divorce, he would have.
Given that, shouldn’t he be cheering and clapping in agreement?
Just as Jake Leaford finished speaking, he felt a cold stare directed at him.
Jake Leaford’s scalp tingled, “Right, I heard that Daniel Thompson found some talented young men and said he wanted to introduce them to Molly… ‘
Before he could finish his sentence, Michael Gallagher’s gaze suddenly halted him.
Jake Leaford swallowed, “l just heard it; it might not be true. Think about it.
Who is Daniel Thompson? How would he be so kind to introduce them to Molly? It’s probably fake.”
Although it was a fake piece of news, those men had indeed gone to the Thompson family’s estate today. He even recognized one of them.
“Who did he find?”
Lee Zhenning looked puzzled, “Why are you so concerned about her? You don’t really like her, do you?”
If he really fell for her, it would be torturous.
There was no reply.
Looking again, Michael Gallagher had already turned away.
“Hey, hey, wait for me. Didn’t we say we’d eat together?”
Lee Zhenning hurriedly followed him.
Thompson family’s estate, a Rolls-Royce drove into the underground parking lot.
Molly Walker took the elevator up from the parking lot, and just as she arrived at the elevator entrance, a row of maids stood holding clothes and jewelry.
This scene, only seen on television, appeared before her, startling Molly.
“Miss, please come with me to change your clothes.” One of the servants walked in front of her, with a proper smile on her face.
Seeing this row of intricate things, Molly frowned.
Was it this difficult to enter a wealthy family’s door? It was just a waste of time to change clothes in this way.
She looked helplessly at Damian Thompson, “Do I look really bad in my current outfit?”
Damian Thompson looked her up and down, the tall boots and sweater dress made her look even more gentle, and her long hair draped over her shoulders framed her delicate, beautiful face.
People depend on clothes, but some look good even if they wear a sack, she was one of them.
“Your current clothes are suitable.’
Molly breathed a sigh of relief, followed by Damian Thompson’s footsteps, finally not needing to change.
Seeing her little movement, Damian Thompson’s lips curled up, and he smiled like a fox.
When Damian Thompson led her to the meeting room on the second floor, Molly finally realized why she needed to dress up.
As soon as she entered the room, the men sitting on the side of the long table all looked over at her.
What a diverse group.
Men with different looks and styles all stood up when they saw her.
Daniel Thompson sat in the middle and waved to her, “Come here.”
Molly stood at the door, suddenly feeling a bad premonition.
This kind of scene seemed familiar.
Molly immediately thought of a matchmaking meeting.
As expected, Daniel Thompson spoke to the men sitting next to him,
“Introduce yourselves, this is my…”
“Ahem.” Molly quickly interrupted him.
Announcing her identity in this situation would make it even more like matchmaking.
Interrupted by her coughing, Daniel immediately thought of a different meaning.
It was fine for now, not to announce Ivy’s identity publicly, and to observe these men first, lest they have ulterior motives.
The men gathered together, all looking somewhat awkward. Each of them thought that Daniel’s introduction was one-on-one, but he didn’t say that he was introducing so many men to a relative.
What did this mean? Choosing a husband?
But Daniel’s relative was not bad-looking, and out of respect for Daniel, they all patiently sat down, planning to take it one step at a time.
Looking at these men with various expressions, Molly even saw elites from various industries.
She hoped it wasn’t what she thought.
Molly sat down with a stiff smile, casually picking up a pastry from the table.
After taking a bite, she felt nauseous in her stomach.
She covered her mouth and forcibly swallowed the sweet.
However, such actions still couldn’t hide from some people..
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