The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce-Chapter 418 - 415: The Ambitious Grandson

Chapter 418: Chapter 415: The Ambitious Grandson

Mr. Jenkins chuckled.

Not even mentioning several decades older, even if he were ten years younger, he would take over the organization.

Since ancient times, no man has been disinterested in power and wealth.

Unfortunately, his age had caught up with him, and he wouldn’t live much longer. Taking this organization into his hands would be a waste. It would be better to find a suitable successor early so as to benefit future generations.

“I don’t want to deceive grandpa. I’m interested in this organization and hope grandpa will hand it over to me.”

Hearing these words, Mr. Jenkins just smiled and stayed silent.

He admired the boldness of his grandson, who had greatly changed from his former foolish self.

“Grandpa also wants to hand it over to you, but this matter was decided by your dad back then…” Mr. Jenkins hesitated.

He still hadn’t figured out what exactly this organization was all about. While it was meant for Michael, he harbored doubts about whether Michael could successfully take it over.

“I know grandpa is in a difficult position. After all, grandpa isn’t the head of this organization either. I just want grandpa to know, my last name has always been Jenkins, and if I take over this organization, the organization’s name will be Jenkins too.”

Jerry Jenkins smiled, seeing his grandpa’s facial expression relax.

He knew his grandfather’s weakness and the weakness of his younger brother too.

If the “W” organization was handed over to Michael, the organization might end up belonging to the Gallaghers. But if it was handed over to him, he wouldn’t betray his family.

Mr. Jenkins obviously also realized this point. He gave Jerry a deep look and said with a smile, “Jerry, you’re different now.”

A grandchild with ambitions was better than a foolish one.

After meeting with Jerry, Mr. Jenkins glanced at the message on his cellphone. The message he had sent to Michael, telling him to remarry Molly Walker sooner, had not received a reply.

Michael still didn’t consider him as a grandparent.

Perhaps, he should really think about the future of the Jenkins family.

…

At the Leaford family’s villa, Molly Walker received a message from No. 4.

Mr. Jenkins had indeed made a move.

This time, he went directly to the headmaster to threaten him.

Although the headmaster was an upright person, he couldn’t stop Grace Harrison from testifying. He just worried about another student and made his point clear.

That girl named Ellie Lewis had indeed backed down.

“Do not make her feel pressured. Give her the money for her four years of college tuition; consider it as our sponsorship.”

Even though Ellie didn’t testify, she still didn’t want the relationship between Grace and her roommate to have a rift because of this.

There were all kinds of people in this world. For those who dared to stand up and identify the guilty, she would protect them. But if they backed down, she wouldn’t blame them.

People with different backgrounds have different choices. If she didn’t have the “W” organization backing her, she wouldn’t have the courage to do many things.

She wouldn’t ridicule those who backed down.

Not everyone could stand up against power without fear.

She respected and understood human nature.

…

Capital City University, girls’ dormitory.

Ellie Lewis lay on her desk crying, her eyes swollen. No matter how her roommates asked, she wouldn’t say anything.

“Ellie, did you have a fight with Grace?”

Ellie shook her head, and immediately, her phone vibrated, and a text message popped up.

It was a message about a deposit into her account.

Ellie’s eyes widened, and she counted the amount with trembling fingers, only to find it was a six-figure sum.

Over one hundred thousand!

Ellie had never seen so much money before!

The first second she realized what had happened, Ellie became panic-stricken.

She had read news stories about people receiving a large sum of money and then being arrested for money laundering.

However, her fears were quickly eased by a follow-up text message.

“Hello, I am Molly Walker, I will provide you with financial assistance to attend university. Thank you for going to the police station with Grace Harrison to testify for my cousin the other day. For your safety, you don’t need to provide further testimony. This money is a token of my appreciation, and I don’t need any return. If you encounter difficulties, please call me, I am here to help.”

Seeing this message, Ellie Lewis opened her mouth, a hint of shame appearing on her face.

After openly telling Grace she would not testify, guilt wrapped around her like a spider web, tugging at her innermost being.

She was both angry about Grace hiding her family background and ashamed of her own cowardice.

But this text message was like a gentle hand, cradling her broken heart, both heartwarming and embarrassing.

She had heard of Molly Walker, who was rumored to be a member of the “W” organization. Even the organization’s official account on her cell phone supported her. It meant that if Molly Walker promised to protect her, it wouldn’t be an empty promise.

She knew she shouldn’t accept the money, but her mother had been diagnosed with gastric cancer this year.

Seeing the amount of money, Ellie Lewis covered her face and couldn’t help but cry.

She decided to talk to Grace again.

…

As night fell, neon lights flickered in the back alley of the university, where the aroma of various foods and crowds mingled, forming a unique college food street.

This was Capital City’s most famous Instagrammable food hotspot and a renowned small business location of Capital City University.

In a dimly lit intersection in the back street.

A few thugs stood at the entrance, with cigarettes dangling from their lips, flickering on and off.

Grace Harrison gripped her shoulder bag tightly, and stared emotionlessly at these men.

“Grace Harrison…” One of the thugs stepped in front of her, twisted her hair, and brought her face to face with him. “You look sweet, why are you so nosy?”

Grace clenched her teeth, about to press the emergency call button but her cell phone was snatched away by the man in front.

The man played with her phone, smiling wickedly.

He had long hair tied back into a ponytail, pockmarked face, and shifty eyes that looked chilling.

“I’ll give you a chance. Drop the testimony, or else this pretty face of yours will be gone.”

Having said that, the man pinched Grace’s face.

Disgusted, Grace turned her face away and pushed him hard, “Did the Jenkins family send you? How much money did they give you? I will give you double.”

“Yo… little girl’s got quite the attitude!” The man laughed loudly, “We have principles in taking jobs. Big brother doesn’t do things like that. As long as you promise not to testify, I can ensure that you won’t be harmed.”

Grace frowned, not saying a word, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to get rid of these seven or eight men.

She kept stalling, hoping that someone would pass by so she could call for help, but the once-busy intersection was now empty.

They had deliberately cleared the area!

“What if I still want to testify?” Grace clenched her teeth, her eyes wide, “What will you do to me then?”

“Nothing much. We won’t commit a crime. We just want to take some photos of you for free.” The man took out his own phone, opened the camera and showed her various pictures he had taken, “Like this.”

Upon seeing the explicit photos on the phone, Grace shuddered from head to toe.

These people knew how to destroy a college student.

The people from the Jenkins family indeed had means, and they knew how to exploit weaknesses.

“This is a crime!” Hate surged in Grace’s heart.

Even if they could take such photos, she wasn’t sure if they would just let her go unharmed.

“Have you made up your mind?” The man threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it impatiently.

This was the first time he had encountered someone who wanted to negotiate.

Mr. Jenkins’ request was contradictory; to threaten her ‘gently’.

What’s the point of being gentle if you’re threatening someone?!

His patience would soon wear thin at this rate.

“I will testify,” Grace stared at him resolutely, “if you want to take pictures, go ahead, I am not afraid. As long as I live one more day, I will stand up and identify Zachary Jenkins.”

She didn’t believe that the people from the Jenkins family would dare to kill her.

Even if they’re from the Jenkins family and have strong power, so what?

She was not afraid.