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

Chapter 490: Chapter 485: Has Scarlett Jackson Gone Mad?
Because of the previous incident, Albert Lambert had always been unable to raise his head among the old men.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe it, but that he didn’t dare to believe it anymore.

This kid might have seen him ill and deliberately tried to cheer him up.

“My boss doesn’t have time.” Harry Lambert immediately denied.

However, the next second, Molly Walker’s soft voice cut in: “I’m free.”

The scene instantly fell silent, utterly quiet.

“Why are you here?” Harry Lambert knitted his eyebrows, obviously somewhat flustered.

Molly didn’t answer. She walked straight to the bedside and leaned over Albert Lambert’s body to say, “Uncle, I am the manager of ‘W’. Harry Lambert’s code name in ‘W’ is Six, he has indeed been working for ‘W’ these years, and he didn’t lie to you.”

Albert Lambert was slightly surprised, looking Molly up and down.

“You are…”, Albert Lambert glanced at his son and found his face blushing.

“Hello, Uncle. Let me introduce myself. My name is Molly Walker. I am Harry Lambert’s superior and his friend.”

“Oh, oh, oh, good good good, sit down and talk.”

When Albert Lambert laid his eyes on this girl for the first time, he took a liking to her.

Being olde has made him an expert at reading people. This girl gave him a feeling of humbleness and sincerity.

Sitting down, Molly handed him a document bag, “Uncle, these are the business licenses of ‘W’ and its sub-companies, as well as the details of their shares. No. 6 also has shares in the companies under ‘W’. You’ll understand after seeing it”

Gazing at the thick pile of documents, Albert Lambert already believed over half of it.

He flipped through it and understood the value of this “W” organization.

The companies under “W” were involved in all sorts of industries, holding a significant portion of Orientopia’s major projects. Such a powerful organization couldn’t possibly be an ordinary one.

“Your organization is even more formidable than I imagined.” Albert Lambert was greatly shocked after reading the documents.

Before this, He thought that although “W” was mysterious, it merely executed peripheral tasks. It turned out that “W” was quite legitimate. It only seemed mysterious because of the addition of the term “organization”.

“Uncle, I know you have expectations for Six. But these past years, because Six has signed a confidentiality agreement with the organization, there have been many things he dare not tell you. It was not until recently that this matter has been made public, but, that day, Six got injured… ”

“Injured?” Albert Lambert seized upon the keyword, looking Harry up and down, “Little rascal, you stood me up that day because you were injured? Where did you get hurt? Is it serious?”

While Albert Lambert maintained an appearance of calm, his heart was greatly shocked and filled with guilt.

In the past days, he only thought about retaliating against Harry and didn’t think that there would be an accident.

“It’s nothing, just a minor injury.” Seeing Molly speak for him, Harry Lambert lowered his eyelids, hiding the thoughts in his eyes.

The injury was something he asked for. Albert Lambert blamed him for not showing up, and indeed, he didn’t.

But if time were to flow backward, he would do it exactly the same.

He just didn’t expect Molly to come and speak for him.

“Harry, is she… really your boss?” Albert Lambert asked.

Harry Lambert nodded, “Yes.”

Hearing this, Albert Lambert breathed a sigh of relief and handed the files back to Molly, “Young lady, thank you, you have given me an answer. This little rascal is keeping everything mysterious these years and doesn’t listen to his family’s arrangements. I always feared that he’s walking on a road of no return, but knowing that he has a real job, I am at ease.”

“Uncle, rest assured, Harry Lambert is a man of integrity and conscientious in his work. He has long become an indispensable partner of mine in the workplace. Perhaps he didn’t grow up as you expected, but he has been outstanding in our organization and his achievements have far surpassed those of his peers.”

“Good, good, that’s very good.” Albert Lambert was satisfied and smiled at Molly, “Since you have such a high appraisal of him, then what do you think of him as a person?”

Harry Lambert’s eyelid twitched, feeling an ominous premonition.

“He’s a good person.”

“What about as a boyfriend?”

Molly was startled.

“Old man, shut up!” Harry Lambert growled.

He rushed forward, wanting nothing more than to yank Albert Lambert’s IV out.

“She’s married.”

With that, Harry Lambert extinguished the hope in Albert Lambert’s heart.

“Married? Well … that’s fine.” Albert Lambert paused, “But if she gets divorced, she could consider my Harry.”

Harry Lambert: “…”

Albert Lambert ignored Harry Lambert’s warning, smiling meaningfully.

From the moment he saw Molly, Albert Lambert knew why Harry had been staying in “W” all these years and refusing to move away.

However, he was always open-minded, but this girl was married, meaning Harry could only pine after her.

After Molly left, Albert Lambert immediately sent a message to his friends: My son is indeed a little leader in ‘W’, his boss even visited me personally.

After sending the message, Albert Lambert finally let go of a huge stone in his heart. Holding the phone, he fell soundly asleep with satisfaction.

…

At the entrance of Capital City First People’s Hospital, Scarlett Jackson had her assistant handle the discharge operation. Wearing sunglasses, she planned to leave from the first floor.

As soon as she appeared, a group of reporters suddenly rushed in. They handed microphones towards her.

“Miss Jackson, is it true that you once bet with Olivia Sawyer that if Molly Walker and Stephen Crane are related, you will change your surname?”

“Now that Stephen Crane has publicly declared Molly Walker his successor, don’t you have to change your surname to Sawyer?”

“Miss Jackson, can you tell us why your relationship with Miss Walker has become so hostile? Is it because of Michael Gallagher?”

“It’s said that you bought the goat’s head for one hundred million and sold it to Miss Walker for fifty million, did you do this to please Miss Walker?”

Hearing these words, Scarlett Jackson’s face was as if she’d been slapped.

Change her surname to Sawyer, please Molly Walker…

This was an absolute insult to her.

Scarlett Jackson was so angry that she was shaking. She abruptly stopped in her tracks and grabbed the microphones from these people.

As everyone waited for her response, she threw the mics on the ground. Her angry voice echoed throughout the entire plaza:

“I’m not changing my surname, and I’m certainly not going to please that woman.” She took off her sunglasses, her eyes staring fiercely at these reporters. Her rational part knew you shouldn’t offend these people, but she is beyond rational at the moment.

These journalists’ questions were, in fact, driving her to death.

“Who sent you here? Olivia Sawyer? Or Molly Walker? You are especially sent to humiliate me by them, right?”

Apart from Molly and her group, who else would know that she was in the hospital.

Back at the auction, she was so furious she almost fainted and was immediately rushed to the hospital.

For the first time in her life, she was so angry she ended up in a hospital.

And now, just as she was discharged, she was surrounded by these third-rate journalists.

“Are you their flunkeys?”

Scarlett Jackson’s insane behavior took everyone present by surprise.

This is simply… outrageous.

Daring to offend journalists like this, is Scarlett Jackson going crazy?