Chapter 564: Chapter 559: Lifesaving Straw_1
“Hmm, once the deal is sealed, we’ll take the money and leave the country. Then we’ll let Samuel Richardson and the Thompson family fight, while the three of us live our own peaceful life.”
Gillian Thompson has a good plan: take the money and run. Even if Orientopia’s police uncover the truth, they won’t be able to touch her.
Now, carrying the burden of a murder, she lives in constant fear.
She wants to escape this environnt.
“By the way, how’s Scarlett Jackson? Is she willing to help us?” Gillian Thompson thought of Scarlett Jackson, who had been taken away by Ethan Hopkins.
Though she disagreed with the idea of cooperating with Scarlett Jackson, she had no choice now.
As long as it could expedite the process, she didn’t care about anything else.
Thinking of Scarlett Jackson, Ethan Hopkins’s eyes darkened with anger, “This woman is unwilling to help, and even advised us to give up.”
When Scarlett Jackson woke up and learned his intentions, she scoffed at him and told him to back off.
“Sothing that even Jerry Jenkins couldn’t handle, you think you can do it?” Scarlett Jackson smirked with suspicious eyes, “Has your mind been affected by Gillian Thompson? You’re not thinking straight.”
“What are you thinking? That’s the ‘W’ organization. You actually want to fight with Molly Walker.” Scarlett Jackson seed to rember sothing, looked at him disdainfully, “I’m in a good mood today, and I won’t pursue the fact you dragged into this. But if it happens again, I will call the police.”
After saying that, she didn’t stay for him and left quickly.
Considering Scarlett Jackson’s disdainful gaze and ridiculing words, Ethan Hopkins felt aggrieved.
Clearly, Scarlett Jackson looked down on him and was unwilling to cooperate with him.
Ethan Hopkins did not realize that Scarlett Jackson had taken a hard hit when dealing with Molly Walker, which scarred her badly, making her never dare to challenge Molly Walker again.
After all, those who opposed Molly Walker didn’t end up well.
But Ethan Hopkins didn’t understand this, as he had yet to take a fall.
The last Bidding eting, he simply felt he was not well-prepared and didn’t believe he was inferior to Michael Gallagher.
“Forget it, Scarlett Jackson is too proud and arrogant. How can she possibly cooperate with us?” Thinking of Scarlett Jackson’s character, Gillian Thompson scoffed, showing great indifference.
If it wasn’t for Jackson Group, Scarlett Jackson would be nothing.
“Samuel Richardson said he will take us to et soone tonight.” Ethan Hopkins put down his cell phone.
“et who?” Gillian Thompson was sowhat expectant.
Now, all their chips have been given to Samuel Richardson, she is deeply concerned about anything he does.
“Emma Smith.”
…
Sowhere on Netrice Pedestrian Street, in an unassuming coffee shop.
At the entrance, Molly Walker, wearing a mask and sunglasses, got out of the car.
Michael Gallagher stood next to her, holding her hand. As soon as they had taken a few steps, a mob of reporters swooped in.
“Miss Walker, we heard that Catrina Rodgurez called you before she died. Is that true?”
“Miss Walker, can you tell us what you said to Catrina Rodgurez before she died?”
“Miss Thompson has provided evidence to the police. Do you have anything to say about her testimony?”
…
Surrounded by the mob, Molly Walker stood her ground. Michael Gallagher’s face was stern as he pushed the reporters away and led her forward.
Thankfully, the coffee shop staff were attentive. As soon as Molly Walker walked in, they hastily cordoned off the reporters outside.
Molly Walker clenched her lips, her palms slightly warm.
Catrina Rodgurez’s death had beco a thorn in her heart.
She didn’t know why Catrina Rodgurez had fallen into the river, but if Catrina Rodgurez really committed suicide, then the phone call she made might have been a cry for help.
“You’re not a god, you can’t save everyone.”
Michael Gallagher’s words snapped her out of her thoughts.
Molly Walker took a deep breath and lowered her eyes.
She had been using the sa words to comfort herself these days, but she still couldn’t be completely detached.
On the phone, Catrina Rodgurez was apologizing to her.
Catrina Rodgurez must have discovered sothing.
Thinking of this, Molly Walker suddenly turned to Michael Gallagher: “Quick, keep an eye on Gillian Thompson.”
It’s her, it must be her.
Catrina Rodríguez’s death is related to her.
She didn’t want to get involved in the matter initially, but now everyone was pushing her into the storm.
“Already on it.” Michael Gallagher reassured softly, “Since she’s trying to put the bla on you, she must not be clean herself.”
If Gillian Thompson was allowed to push Molly Walker into the lilight unhindered, Molly Walker would be the one to suffer in the end.
Even if Molly Walker doesn’t care about the reputation, he can’t help but care.
“Rest assured, I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” Michael Gallagher gently twirled a lock of her hair and tenderly brushed it behind her ear.
The police have attempted to have a talk with Molly Walker several tis, but he had handled it.
If Gillian Thompson wanted to bla her, then he would prepare a massive gift for Gillian Thompson in return.
Michael Gallagher hugged Molly Walker and almost protected her on their way to the private room.
In the private room, Christopher Evans was being pinned down by several bodyguards, unable to move.
“What are you guys doing? Let go, I won’t leave!” Christopher Evans was furious.
Just as he was packing up to return ho, several n suddenly barged into his house and forced him to accompany them to have coffee.
“W” had given him a sum of money out of respect for his age after he willingly resigned.
This money was enough for him to build a large house in his hotown and live a peaceful life.
Who would have expected such a group of people to appear suddenly.
“Whose n are you guys? We live in a law-abiding society; I advise you not to ss around!” Having lost the protection of “W”, Christopher Evans found himself speechless no matter what he said.
When he was with “W”, a simple call could bring a lot of helpers. Unlike now, he couldn’t even articulate his words properly in front of these tall and stout bodyguards.
Regret filled Christopher Evans for his past actions.
If he had been diligent in working within the organization, receiving high retirent benefits, and living a comfortable life in his old age would have been no problem.
Instead of being manipulated like a dog.
“Mr. Evans, I apologize. We had to keep a close eye on you to prevent you from escaping. Our Boss will be here soon. Please wait a while,” said the bodyguards, maintaining their courteous tone and attitude throughout.
This made Christopher Evans feel like he was punching cotton, his energy expended to no avail, dissipating into thin air.
“Who is your boss?” Christopher Evans sat on the chair and ceased struggling.
He had guessed it was Molly Walker, but Molly wouldn’t have summoned him this way.
Just then, the door opened.
Christopher Evans straightened up, staring at the doorway, eager to know who the “boss” ntioned by the bodyguards was.
A man clad in black walked in through the doorway, tall and upright, slim but not weak.
What captivated the most were his deep black eyes, the endless darkness within was like an inkwell.
As if weathered by ti, the man seed even more reticent than he was during their last encounter.
Christopher Evans stared at him in surprise: “Michael Gallagher?”
He last saw Michael Gallagher at a “W” eting, when everyone was pointing fingers at him. Michael watched, impassive, seemingly unaffected by the accusations towards him and his female subordinate.
Christopher had to admit, Michael was terrifyingly calm and composed. Had it been him, he would have long suspected an affair between his woman and his subordinate.
But not only did Michael not suspect, he unabashedly stood by Molly Walker’s side.
Looking at him now, there was a change in Michael’s deanor, an increase in composure and a decrease in isolation.
Despite Mr. Jenkins’ death, it seed to have had no impact on him.
Finally, Christopher Evans saw the person who brought change to Michael Gallagher.
She was holding Michael Gallagher’s hand, her deanor graceful.
Molly Walker greeted Christopher Evans with a bright smile: “Mr. Evans, long ti no see.”
Christopher Evans stood up, feeling a sense of impending doom.
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