The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce-Chapter 450 - 447: This is Impossible

Chapter 450: Chapter 447: This is Impossible

“What the hell are you talking about?” Sandy Smith said in surprise, giving him a glance of disbelief, “With Big Boss here, I wouldn’t stand with my peers instead of my own superior. Am I out of my mind to do that? Neil Watson, don’t play me like that!”

Although he said that, Sandy Smith couldn’t help but feel a sense of alarm deep down.

No. 5 wouldn’t say such things for no reason, unless…

Sandy Smith looked up at Harry Lambert and saw the doubt radiate from his eyes.

A sinking feeling settled in Sandy Smith’s heart.

At this moment, Christopher Evans and Michael Gallagher arrived.

Violet Summers followed them closely behind.

Upon seeing Molly Walker, Violet’s face, pale as death, twisted with rage.

Why was Molly Walker here too?

Christopher Evans noticed Molly Walker, hesitated with a frown, and seeing the person seated beside her, he swallowed his words.

He had a guess in mind but wasn’t sure yet.

“why is Miss Thompson here too? This is not a place you’re allowed to be in.”

Even if she had a deep relationship with Harry Lambert, she shouldn’t be allowed to attend this high-level internal meeting.

Christopher Evans warned Harry Lambert with a glance: “Harry Lambert, no matter how close you are to her, you can’t disregard the organization’s discipline! She’s just a W’s VIP. When did VIPs get to attend meetings?”

“If she can’t come, then you have even less right to be here.” Harry Lambert sneered, “Christopher Evans, haven’t you realized yet?”

Christopher Evans frowned: “What?”

“All the relevant people are here, including our top-tier boss.” Harry Lambert extended his hand towards the woman beside him, “She is our boss.”

“Her?” Christopher Evans laughed out loud, “She is Y? Harry Lambert, are you mistaken? She’s a woman! How could she possibly be Y…”

His words abruptly stopped.

Who said Y couldn’t be a woman?

Y had always been using a voice changer, and her fierce methods and determination had made people subconsciously blur her gender.

They all thought that a person like her must be a man, never expecting it to be such a young woman.

Hearing this, Violet Summers was completely stunned.

Molly Walker… was the manager of “W”?

Molly Walker was Y.

“No, this can’t be!” Violet Summers ran over like a madwoman but was pushed away by Harry Lambert’s crutch before she could get close to Molly Walker.

“She’s only a VIP! She’s not Y, not the Big Boss, she’s not!!”

Violet Summers’ voice turned hoarse from crying.

“Big Boss had clearly said that Molly Walker was only a VIP, not someone from W at all. Didn’t you forget what he said?”

Seeing everyone staying silent, Violet Summers plunged into confusion once more.

She suppressed her trembling, controlled her sobs, and wept with a low, broken voice.

At this moment, she felt more devastated than when she found out Michael Gallagher had dropped out of the fight for “W”.

Suddenly, she recalled many things.

She remembered the obstacles she faced when investigating Molly Walker’s cell phone and her failure to find any information on Molly Walker no matter how hard she tried.

At first, she genuinely believed Molly Walker was a VIP.

She never imagined that Molly Walker was not only a VIP but also the manager of “W”.

Christopher Evans was just as devastated.

He glanced at Molly Walker and then at the people around her. No. 6, No. 5, and No. 4 stood up one after another, walked nearby, and appeared to make a simple movement to protect Molly Walker.

Christopher Evans subconsciously looked at Michael Gallagher but found no expression on his face, as though he had known about this all along.

Would Michael Gallagher give up on Molly Walker now that he knew she was in charge of “W”?

Christopher Evans suppressed the thoughts deep in his heart.

Give up…? Impossible.

No one could resist such temptation.

“Miss Walker has indeed managed ‘W’ well, but that’s all in the past.” Christopher Evans chuckled as he stood up and walked over to Michael Gallagher, “Now, it’s time for a leadership change in ‘W’.”

Suddenly, silence enveloped the scene, making even the slightest sound seem glaringly out of place.

A scoff shattered the stillness.

Leaning on his crutch, Harry Lambert stood lazily. Although he was laughing, his mirth didn’t reach his eyes, and a deep hostility was evident in his brow. Nevertheless, his charm remained top-tier.

“You think you can just change things? Replace her? With you?” Harry Lambert didn’t hide the mockery in his eyes, “Christopher Evans, if your brain is broken, go get it fixed. But if it’s waterlogged, it’s useless.”

“Harry Lambert, I know you and Molly Walker are close, but there are some things in the organization that you can’t control.” Christopher Evans said calmly, his thick eyebrows furrowing as his beady eyes squinted into a line, “Our team wasn’t created by Molly Walker. I won’t deny her contributions to ‘W’, but she’s not the founder. It was J, our Master!”

“Master’s real name was Edward Jenkins. Before he entrusted ‘W’ to Miss Walker, he left a will.” Christopher Evans smirked meaningfully, “Miss Walker, you must be aware of this, right?”

“You are only the temporary custodian of ‘W’, not its manager.”

“As for the true manager of ‘W’, of course, it’s Master’s son.” Christopher Evans turned to Michael Gallagher, “That is, Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Zachary Jenkins.”

As everyone’s gaze landed on him, Michael’s eyes remained cool and indifferent, seemingly ignoring Christopher Evans’ words.

Seeing that Michael didn’t respond, Christopher’s face froze, and he forced a smile, “Mr. Zachary Jenkins, please tell us how your father said it.”

Christopher Evans didn’t know the specifics of the will and token; he had just heard Violet Summers mention them. But the actual details had to be explained by Zachary Jenkins himself.

As Christopher’s words trailed away, Michael remained unmoved.

Embarrassment and anger surfaced on Christopher’s face, “Mr. Jenkins, won’t you…say something?”

The atmosphere became tense.

Molly Walker watched the man seated in the chair, her fingers tightening slightly.

Despite the room being heated, Michael casually removed his coat. Underneath, he wore just a white dress shirt with a loosened necktie, giving off an air of casual sophistication.

In the face of Christopher’s interrogation, Michael lazily curled his lips. His bright eyes were as dark as ink, with a faint touch of coldness lurking within.

“What should I say?”

His voice was bland and lazy, nasal and slow. Despite this, it carried a hard-to-describe sense of deterrence.

“I didn’t even know when Edward Jenkins died, how am I supposed to know what he said?”

At these words, Christopher Evans felt his heart skip a beat.

It’s over!

This Zachary Jenkins wasn’t cooperating with him at all.

Worse, Zachary had started leisurely cracking sunflower seeds.

His slender fingers moved gracefully over the seeds, displaying an indescribable disdain.

Christopher’s heart sank as his sharp gaze shot towards Violet Summers, only to see her avoiding his eyes.

Christopher couldn’t understand why, but at that moment, his illusions were shattered.

Violet Summers had deceived him!

He looked deeply at Michael Gallagher, “Zachary Jenkins, you know what I’m talking about. Now, your decision will determine success or failure.”

“This is what your father left behind, and it’s only natural for you to inherit it. It’s not like some people who take illegal victories.”

“Christopher Evans, stop talking bullshit! Who’s taking victories here?!” Harry Lambert couldn’t help but curse out loud, “Since you’ve already said so much, we won’t hold back either!”

He threw away his crutch and shared a glance with No. 5.

No. 5 pulled out a laptop, turned it on, stroked its keyboard a few times, and the computer screen appeared on the wall.

Displayed were all the wrongdoings Christopher Evans had committed over the years.

Seeing this, Christopher could no longer maintain his composure.

Indeed, he had done many morally and legally questionable things throughout the years, but he never imagined that all of his misdeeds would be exposed and recorded for everyone to see.

“Intervened in SouthTech Networks Inc.’s CEO’s marriage, seduced his wife… threatened to support ten college students…” No. 4 ruthlessly recounted his sordid past.

“Christopher Evans, I recall you have a wife, don’t you? One wife isn’t enough for you, huh? Why endanger others? Truly impressive…” No. 4 clicked his tongue.

No. 5, Neil Watson, adjusted his glasses, and his hand moved across the keyboard. The next scene on the wall was too graphic for words.