Chapter 477: Chapter 473: What do you want, I’ll compensate you
“Ivy Thompson, thank you for your managent of Edward’s property over the years. From now on, the ‘W’ organization will be managed by soone from our Jenkins family.” Mr. Jenkins looked at Molly Walker, his gratitude mixed with a hint of threat.
Seeing Molly smile without responding, Mr. Jenkins continued, “I know you are not satisfied with this arrangent. I won’t take it without compensation. I will give you one of the companies under ‘W’ to manage. You can choose whichever company you want, and I will compensate you for it.”
“Anything I want, you will compensate for?” Molly curled her lips into a sowhat charming smile.
“Yes,” Mr. Jenkins nodded, “Tell , what do you want?”
A soft laughter interrupted them. Michael Gallagher crossed his arms, his eyes filled with amusent.
He usually had a cold expression on his face, and it was rare for sothing to make him laugh so heartily.
But this laughter was three parts joy and seven parts disdain.
Mr. Jenkins was displeased. “Michael, what are you laughing at? Don’t forget, you are also a descendant of the Jenkins family. Everything about the Jenkins family is closely related to you.”
“I’m laughing at your wishful thinking and wild imagination,” Michael smirked. “You may not know this, but the current ‘W’ is no longer the organization founded by Edward Jenkins.”
“What does it matter? The organization was founded by your father, so we have every right to take it back.” Mr. Jenkins’ expression was solemn.
“Edward Jenkins originally founded the ‘J’ organization, which had only 100 mbers nationally. After his death, only 20 people remained before Molly took over and single-handedly built it into what it is today. As for those remaining 20, they have long been loyal to Molly. Why didn’t you take back the organization earlier or later, but choose to do so now when soone has made it so successful?”
Hearing this, Mr. Jenkins’ face changed slightly.
He had not expected this twist.
How did Edward’s company end up with only 20 employees left?
If this was the case, it would indeed be difficult to force Ivy Thompson to hand over the organization.
“Even so, ‘W’ should belong to the Jenkins family. If it weren’t for Edward, Ivy wouldn’t have had the chance to take over the organization, right?”
Mr. Jenkins stuttered, trying to make a case for himself.
“That’s really… quite shaless,” Michael scoffed. “You haven’t contributed anything, nor have you cared about them for years, yet now you imdiately demand they hand over what they have. I wonder if Edward would be embarrassed to hear of this down below.”
After Michael finished speaking, Molly felt touched.
She had never ntioned these issues to Michael, but he seed to know everything about “W” in detail.
Although she felt guilty toward her Master, when he handed over the organization to her, he also ntioned that if she could develop it, it would belong to her in the future.
As for the Jenkins family taking it back, her Master had never ntioned that. He only told her to take care of the Jenkins family mbers.
If Master’s father asked her to hand over “W,” she really wouldn’t know what to do.
Michael’s words ward her heart and moved her.
Even though there had been many misunderstandings in the past, she had given both of them a chance, and it was in monts like these that it truly mattered.
Michael truly understood her and knew who she was.
“I will not hand over ‘W.’ It is now built on my hard work. But there’s no denying that ‘J’ belongs to my Master and the Jenkins family.” Molly took a deep breath and walked slowly to Mr. Jenkins. She handed him a Gold Card, “This is the information on all ‘J’ organizations. After Master’s death, I was only temporarily managing the organization. As for the later ‘W,’ I created it myself. Although ‘W’ is a branch of ‘J,’ it has developed better than ‘J.’”
Molly paused in her speech.
If it wasn’t for the support of her organization mbers, “W” wouldn’t have grown to where it is today.
From No. 6 entering the entertainnt industry to No. 5 studying abroad, No. 4 infiltrating various places, and all other mbers of “W,” they had all joined forces and beca a solid team.
This was the key to “W” being able to exist and continue to develop.
She had a group of like-minded colleagues or, rather, she had made a group of like-minded friends.
“‘J’ belongs to my Master, but ‘W’ is mine.”
Finally, she said these words.
After saying this, she felt a great burden lifted from her shoulders.
Mr. Jenkins looked at the pure gold card in his hand and was montarily speechless.
He thought Molly would hand over “W,” but instead, she handed over “J.”
He didn’t take the card, his murky eyes landing on Molly as he looked deeply into her eyes, “You anticipated this outco all along, didn’t you?”
Otherwise, “J” and “W” wouldn’t be separated.
Now that he knew the relationship between the two organizations, he couldn’t bring himself to ask for “W” anymore.
But what is “J”? He had never even heard of it.
Back then, “J” only had twenty people. Could it have grown to two hundred now?
“I can’t believe I, who’ve lived for over eighty years, am toyed with by a junior.” Mr. Jenkins snorted coldly, “Ivy Thompson, don’t think you can fool this way. Without Edward’s ‘J’ organization, could there be the current ‘W’? You’re now the organization’s manager only because you’ve stepped on my son’s efforts to develop it. Even if you can separate the two organizations, you can’t separate the truth.”
“And you…” Mr. Jenkins turned to look at Michael Gallagher, “You are a descendant of the Jenkins family. How can you turn your back? How am I going to face your father when I die?”
“She is my wife, how am I turning my back?” Michael smiled enigmatically. “How you’ll face Edward Jenkins is your problem. I don’t want to go down yet, so there’s no need for explanations.”
“You…” Mr. Jenkins’ face turned livid with anger. He suddenly felt dizzy and staggered, quickly grabbing the table to avoid falling.
“Unfilial child, you really are an unfilial child!”
Mr. Jenkins was shaking with anger, and his vision blackened. He fell to the side.
“Grandfather!”
Suddenly, Jerry Jenkins’ concerned voice rang out, followed by the family doctor and nursing staff who rushed in to rescue him.
Michael lowered his eyes. After a few seconds, he took Molly’s hand and said, “Let’s go.”
“Stop!” Jerry angrily approached. “Michael, he’s your grandfather! If you do this, aren’t you afraid of divine punishnt?”
Michael stopped walking.
Molly frowned. Jerry’s words were hard to hear.
“You’re not afraid of divine punishnt. Why should I be?”
Michael’s voice was low and deep, like a chant from a distant place.
“Filial piety is not blind devotion. The mont he forced Molly to hand over ‘W’, he was no longer my grandfather.”
The atmosphere turned terrifyingly silent.
Molly didn’t speak, just gripped Michael’s hand tightly.
They both knew.
The mont Mr. Jenkins forced her to hand over the organization, it ant he had given up on Michael.
Between the organization and Michael.
Mr. Jenkins chose “W”.
“But he’s your grandfather, how long can he live? What’s the harm in yielding to him and making him happy?”
“Make him happy…” Michael’s lips curled up, a glint in his eyes. “Then you and Scarlett Jackson should hurry up and give him a great-grandson, he’ll be even happier.”
ntioning Scarlett Jackson, Michael’s face darkened slightly.
After Molly said those words, after his suspicious questioning, Scarlett finally told the truth.
She had relationships with more than a dozen n.
Even if he didn’t like Scarlett, even if it was just a marriage of convenience, he couldn’t let everyone see him wearing a cuckold’s hat when so many people were aware of the situation.
If he didn’t know, it would be fine. But now that he knew, his marriage with Scarlett would have to be put on hold for a while.
This Ivy Thompson was clearly doing it on purpose.
“I will marry Scarlett Jackson, but there’s no rush for a baby.” Jerry’s eyes fell on Molly, and he blinked his beautiful eyes gently. “Miss Thompson, since I’m marrying Scarlett, it ans I’ve given up on your cousin. You should be relieved now, right?”
Jerry’s soft tone was filled with sarcasm and irony.
Molly frowned, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease.
If Jerry really had given up, he wouldn’t say such a thing.
What exactly was Jerry planning?
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