The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce-Chapter 571 - 566: Let Me Introduce You_1

Chapter 571: Chapter 566: Let Me Introduce You_1

What are those matters?

Nicholas Thompson’s brows furrowed tightly, a vague sense of foreboding creeping upon him.

Samuel Richardson was no good man, how had Gabriel gotten tangled up with him?

Connecting this to Molly Walker’s warning, Nicholas felt his heart sink.

He remembered Gabriel mentioning she was meeting a friend today, could Samuel Richardson even be considered her friend?

By now, Gillian Thompson had been persuaded by Ethan Hopkins.

Because at this moment, she had no other choice.

If she turned around and walked away now, Ethan Hopkins would surely get angry.

“Alright then,” Gillian Thompson agreed reluctantly, hugging Ethan Hopkins’ arm, “we have an agreement, depending on the situation, if Emma Smith isn’t on our side… we must prevent her from leaking any messages.”

If Emma Smith divulged these matters to Molly Walker, what awaited them would be the most horrifying conclusion.

The Thompson family was currently not under Nicholas’s control, nor under Daniel Thompson’s; the head of the Thompson family now was Damian Thompson.

She knew this elder brother well, seemingly gentle and calm in demeanor, yet his methods were as swift and powerful as thunder, truly a case of a white glove concealing a black heart.

If her brother found out what she had done…

Gillian Thompson shuddered in fear.

Just then, she felt a sharp and complex gaze fixed upon her.

A pain struck the back of Gillian’s head, and as she looked back, she caught sight of a car.

This car looked somewhat familiar…

While Gillian Thompson pondered, Ethan Hopkins tugged at her, “Let’s go, Samuel Richardson is hurrying us.”

After the two left, the door of the car opened, and Nicholas Thompson stepped out.

“Third successor, aren’t we going home?”

Nicholas Thompson tilted his head slightly, observing the towering building. freewёbnoνel.com

The Richardson Group building, though not as imposing as the Thompson’s, was still a commendable structure.

Unfortunately, Samuel Richardson wasn’t blessed enough, raising a thankless, ill-intentioned daughter that led to the gradual decline of Richardson Tower.

“You take the car back first, I’m going to have a look inside.”

He wanted to see what exactly Gillian Thompson was doing here.

Gillian was a person Catrina wanted to protect, and privately, he hoped even more that Gillian wouldn’t stray down the wrong path.

…

In the lobby of Richardson Tower, as soon as Ethan Hopkins and Gillian Thompson walked in, a waiter approached them, “Mr. Richardson and Miss are waiting for you on the top floor.”

The top floor was the restaurant of the building, rumored to be where Samuel Richardson personally entertained distinguished guests, usually not open to the public.

The elevator rose smoothly, and Gillian Thompson’s nervous heart gradually settled.

Exiting the elevator, they quickly arrived at the top-floor restaurant, following the waiter.

The Thompson Group also had such a restaurant, all floor-to-ceiling windows, which allowed for a sweeping view of the entire city’s scenery.

The Richardson Tower wasn’t as tall as the Thompson’s, but the view of the small river in the park, covered in greenery, was still visible.

“You’ve finally arrived, come sit down, I’ll have them serve the dishes,” said Samuel Richardson, quickly standing and walking over to greet them.

Gillian Thompson did not look at Samuel Richardson, her eyes fixated straight on Emma Smith, sitting at the dining table.

From the first glimpse of Emma Smith, Gillian Thompson sensed something was off.

Emma Smith at that moment looked especially aloof, decked out in heavy makeup and a black evening gown.

Her hair was styled up in a rose shape atop her head, both glamorous and somber.

“Miss Thompson,” Emma Smith picked up her glass and raised it towards her, her lips curling into a fiery smile, “long time no see.”

Gillian Thompson’s heart skipped a beat as she turned to Samuel Richardson, “Mr. Richardson, what’s going on with her?”

“I remember she was an employee of ‘W.’ Don’t tell me she’s now one of ours.”

Between ‘W’ and Samuel Richardson, nobody would choose to stand with Samuel Richardson.

Emma Smith was not stupid, and neither was she.

“She has always been one of us,” Samuel Richardson glanced at his daughter and laughed heartily, “I’d like to formally introduce my daughter. This is Mumu, also known as the ‘Black Rose’ of the Richardson family.”

“Black Rose?” Gillian Thompson was surprised, giving Emma Smith a once-over, “I heard that after you turned from black to white, the police found out that your most proud subordinate was Black Rose. Someone who would walk through fire and over knives for you—I never expected that this Black Rose was actually your daughter.”

“Indeed, walking through fire and over knives, how could she do such things if she weren’t my own flesh and blood?” Samuel Richardson looked proudly at his daughter, “Only a true daughter would be wholeheartedly loyal to her father…”

Emma Smith kept smiling without speaking, apparently quite satisfied with her father’s praise between the lines.

Gillian Thompson’s eyes whirled, realizing that her trip here today was indeed not in vain.

“I had heard that Black Rose had been executed in prison already, so how come now…”

“Ah… that’s just the media talking nonsense,” Samuel Richardson waved his hand with a hearty laugh, “even if there was something, couldn’t I, as a father, protect my own daughter? As for those reports outside, just listen and let it be. In any case… my daughter… is wholly loyal to me, after all, she is the one who will take over my enterprise, including caring for me in my old age.”

Hearing this, Gillian Thompson’s heart gave a start.

Did that mean… that the Richardson Tower would belong to Emma Smith in the future?

Envy spilled from Gillian Thompson’s heart; when compared, the difference between Daniel Thompson and Samuel Richardson as fathers was vast.

“I really envy Miss Richardson, to have her father hold her in such high regard,” Gillian Thompson said sourly, but this brought joy to Samuel Richardson.

He certainly knew what Gillian Thompson was envious of.

But such envy would show Mumu just what a good father he was.

“So you can rest assured, Miss Thompson, my Mumu is absolutely reliable,” Samuel Richardson was confident in himself and in Emma Smith.

The reason Emma Smith was doing well on Molly Walker’s side was that Molly Walker did not yet know Emma Smith’s past.

If she knew, she would definitely not continue to use Mumu.

Emma Smith knew this, too, and since the relative she valued most was in his hands, Emma Smith had no choice but to obediently comply.

“Miss Thompson, I am indeed wholeheartedly with my father right now. As for Miss Wen Yan…” Emma Smith smiled enigmatically, “that is already a thing of the past. If Wen Yan wants to go against the Richardson family, there’s no way I could sit back and do nothing.”

Seeing Emma Smith’s sincere smile, the doubts in Gillian Thompson’s heart gradually dissolved.

The Black Rose was known as the Black Rose because what she had done in the past was indeed quite dark.

If the media’s reports about Black Rose’s activities were true, then Black Rose was a criminal.

Molly Walker would not possibly hire such a person.

“So you mean to say, you have betrayed Molly Walker?” Gillian Thompson couldn’t help but smirk, gloating, “She must have no idea that you’re already with us, hahaha… I thought she was so formidable, but it turns out she can’t even distinguish friends from foes, hilarious…”

“Yes, she indeed cannot tell friends from foes,” Emma Smith tapped her nail-art-covered fingernails on the table, her laughter carrying a deeper meaning, “Molly Walker’s greatest strength is her kindness and protectiveness, but unfortunately, those are also her weaknesses.”