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

Chapter 574: Chapter 569 How capable are you_1
 

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Black Rose?

Molly Walker raised an eyebrow, thinking of the legendary figure.

It was said that Samuel Richardson rose to his current position because he had a strategist known as the Black Rose by his side.

But everyone subconsciously assumed Black Rose was a man, never expecting it to be a woman.

“Is it clear?” Molly looked at Harry Lambert with sharp eyes, “Are you sure Emma Smith is the Black Rose?”

“Yes.” Harry sighed helplessly, “When has the organization ever been wrong in its investigations?”

Only “W” failed to find things, but what “W” did find was never wrong.

“Before Emma Smith came here, I wanted to check, but you said it’s not necessary. Now look what’s happened, she’s betrayed us.” Harry’s face was full of worry.

If Samuel Richardson’s ambition was laid bare, and Emma had been on his side from the start…

Molly remembered the moment Emma risked everything to protect her, as well as her loyalty when assisting Molly in finding the murderer.

If it had all been part of a scheme from the start…

In the Richardson family’s villa, Emma sat on the sofa flipping through documents with a loud flick.

Just then, the cell phone on the coffee table vibrated.

Seeing the incoming call, Emma instinctively wanted to hang up but was beaten by Samuel Richardson who picked it up first.

“It’s a call from that brat Molly, why aren’t you answering?” Samuel looked at his daughter with interest, “Go on, answer it. It’s a good opportunity for me to hear how you usually get along with her.”

Emma frowned, “Her cell phone has tracking and surveillance on it.”

“Even with surveillance and tracking, there’s nothing to fear, you’re on our side. Are you scared that she’ll find out?” Samuel’s gaze was meaningful, “She will find out about it sooner or later. Why be afraid? After everything, do you still plan to go back to her? Whether faces are torn sooner or later, it’s all the same.”

Emma remained silent.

The phone kept ringing, and Samuel passed the cell phone to her.

The ringing persisted, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet space.

“Ding-a-ling…”

Emma had set Molly’s ringtone to the most urgent and pressing one.

“Answer it!”

Samuel glared at her fiercely, growing impatient.

Just as the phone was about to disconnect, Emma gritted her teeth and finally pressed the answer button.

A few seconds of silence passed, with no one speaking.

“Are you okay?” Molly’s voice was as gentle as ever.

She didn’t ask where Emma had been these days, what she had done, or why she had left without a word. Instead, she simply asked if she was okay.

Okay?

Not okay.

Emma’s eyes subtly darkened as she gathered her thoughts.

“I’m okay,” Emma lowered her lashes, “I’ve been really busy recently. If you need anything, you should ask Harry Lambert.”

Ever since Harry confessed his feelings to Molly, she had gone directly to him for many things. As a result, Emma quickly grasped the organizational structure within “W”.

It could be said that Molly never kept anything from her.

“As long as you’re okay,” Molly hung up after saying this.

She didn’t say anything more, didn’t ask anything more.

Yet, it was precisely because of this that Emma felt even more uncomfortable.

“Why did she only say a few words?”

Because it was on speakerphone, Samuel could hear the entire conversation, but Molly had only said a few words, making Samuel suspicious.

“You two weren’t using some kind of code in front of me, were you?” Samuel’s expression turned strange, “Emma, your mother’s finger was chopped off. I’m sure you don’t want her entire hand to go next, right?”

Thinking of her mother’s terrible condition, Emma’s complexion gradually paled.

Samuel was capable of anything, and if Emma didn’t cooperate, he would direct his cruelty towards her mother…

Mixed with hatred and fear, Emma hung her head and said in a suppressed voice, “No, don’t worry. My mother’s life is most important to me.”

Hearing this, Samuel finally relaxed completely.

He was confident. Emma might not care about other things, but her mother’s life was definitely important to her.

Although his methods over the years had been despicable, without them, Emma wouldn’t have been so loyal to him.

He knew well that only by controlling her mother could he control his daughter.

“You know your father’s personality. At this critical moment, I can’t tolerate any mistakes. Otherwise, the one who ends up in prison won’t be Daniel Thompson, it would be Samuel Richardson. Emma, you’re old enough to understand what’s at stake, right?”

Samuel glanced at the documents in Emma’s hands, his expression sinister.

They contained all the wrongful acts Daniel had “committed” over the years, which would implicate everyone in the Thompson Group if they were to be revealed.

Just thinking about how the employees of his company had been switching to Daniel’s made Samuel furious.

The result was making it clear to everyone that Samuel Richardson couldn’t keep his people, couldn’t retain his employees.

“Don’t worry,” Emma organized the documents, “I’m not the idiot Isabelle. When I do things, you should trust me.”

“Trust, trust, trust, of course, I trust,” Samuel saw the pile of documents and smiled broadly, “We wouldn’t have gotten this information if it weren’t for you. I guess once these things get out, Daniel might die of fury right there.”

Remembering the years of being suppressed by Daniel, Samuel seethed with anger.

Over the years, he and Daniel had fought for various projects, but whether it was a matter of luck, Daniel always came out on top.

Thinking that Daniel was finally about to take a fall made Samuel overjoyed.

Emma looked at him silently, then said coldly, “Aren’t you mistaken? The Thompson family is now run by Damian, not Daniel. What are you comparing yourself to a patient for?”

Samuel’s breathing hitched.

Yes, it was a battlefield for the young now.

Damian Thompson was Daniel’s son.

And Samuel Richardson didn’t have a son.

This was his eternal pain.

It hurt to the bone, as if he would never be able to turn the situation around.

“Damian… I’m not afraid of him either,” Samuel stubbornly replied.

Just a brat, how could he compare with an old hand like himself?

“I can’t wait any longer, we’ll release this information tomorrow,” Samuel’s eyes darkened, “I hear tomorrow is Daniel’s birthday. Let’s present this as a gift to Damian. I want to see how talented his son really is in keeping everything intact.”