Chapter 431: Chapter 428: Who Doesn’t Like Little No. 6?
 

She was closer to Harry Lambert than she was to him.

If it came down to choosing between love and family, she would definitely choose the latter without hesitation.

“Do you like Harry Lambert?”

“I do.” Molly replied without hesitation, nodding her head. No. 6 was said to be her good friend but felt more like family.

During the hard times in the organization, it was No. 6 who took risks with his life to create opportunities for her.

Feeling Michael Gallagher’s tense atmosphere, Molly’s eyelids twitched, stammering, “He’s a top-tier celebrity, who wouldn’t like him?”

“I remember you don’t chase celebrities.” Michael glanced at her, ignoring the emotions swelling in his heart, “I received an invitation from ‘Big Boss’.”

Molly was stunned.

Why would No. 6 invite Michael Gallagher?

Michael’s relationship with the organization was delicate, so what’s the motive of No. 6 to invite him?

No. 6 hadn’t mentioned this matter to her at all.

“Do you know this person?” Michael noticed her reaction and slightly raised his eyebrows, his eyes pitch black.

Molly’s lips twitched: “I don’t know him.”

Thinking about how he agreed to help Christopher Evans, her anger flared, sarcastically saying, “The Big Boss is rumored to be someone from the ‘W’ organization. Do you plan to win him over when you meet him?”

Michael didn’t respond, his gaze deepened.

Feeling annoyed by his stare, Molly said, “I have other matters to attend to, I must go now.”

For some reason, she felt Michael knew something, and every word he spoke seemed like a probe.

Molly hurriedly walked away, avoiding the topic.

Michael’s low and cold voice rang out.

“Harry Lambert, is he the Big Boss of this organization?”

Word by word, his lazy and husky voice caused a brief moment of confusion.

Molly’s body shuddered, her heart stopped for a moment, followed by uncontrollable pounding.

She didn’t look back, took a few hasty steps, but he grabbed her.

His broad palm gripped her wrist, the force just right, not painful or heavy, but it felt like shackles binding her.

The place he grabbed quickly grew warm.

Molly’s heart raced, she looked into his deep, turbulent eyes.

“What else are you hiding from me?” His voice was hoarse and deep, containing an almost imperceptible restraint.

After learning that Harry Lambert was the Big Boss, jealousy surged within him, an indescribable fire of envy burning.

So that’s why she was so independent, fearless, with another man secretly supporting her from the shadows.

What was even harder for him to bear, she gladly enjoyed the other man’s kindness towards her.

She even said she liked Harry Lambert.

No matter what kind of fondness it was, it could easily destroy him with jealousy and pain.

Stung by the pain in his eyes, Molly’s eyes began to sour, she tried to pull back her hand but he gripped even tighter.

“So you’re upset because of him.”

After knowing about his deal with Christopher Evans, her unhappiness was all because of Harry Lambert.

She wanted Harry Lambert to continue in the “W” organization, which meant that man could continue helping her.

Molly understood what he was getting at, and anger surged within her: “Yes, Harry Lambert is the Big Boss.”

“I don’t want Christopher Evans to replace him. He’s my good friend who has been in this organization for years, why should he be replaced by your few words?”

She would not allow anyone to be dismissed without reason, even if that person was Master’s successor.

She didn’t mind letting go of the organization or making sacrifices for others, but she couldn’t bear to see her subordinates, who had fought alongside her to build what they have today, burned to the ground by a newcomer.

She had started from the bottom, she didn’t want those who had struggled along the way to be hurt by someone like Christopher Evans.

“What kind of person is Christopher Evans? He’s despicable, not even a match to Harry Lambert’s finger.”

Her biggest regret was not finding a reason to fire Christopher Evans earlier. Now that he and Master’s successor had become close friends, word had spread. Firing him now would only cause more problems.

Michael listened to Molly’s indignant words, his expression darkening: “How do you know what kind of person Christopher Evans is? That day, he only talked about the conditions of his trade, how did you know he had a despicable character?”

Molly’s breath hitched.

She knew what kind of person Christopher Evans was after working with him for so many years.

“What kind of person can make Violet Summers follow them?” Molly Walker sneered. “Violet has played both sides between you and me more than once. In my heart, she’s no different from Isabelle Richardson. Your deal with Christopher Evans was to fire Harry Lambert and let Violet take his place – it’s just meant to disgust me.”

Michael Gallagher frowned, apparently not expecting her to say that.

“I know you don’t like Violet.” Michael Gallagher’s tone was melancholy. “As for my deal with Christopher Evans…”

“Molly, do you trust me?”

Molly was taken aback, biting her lower lip and hesitating to speak.

Michael Gallagher’s eyes darkened: “After all we’ve been through, you still don’t trust me?”

Suddenly, something struck her in the heart.

Molly slightly turned her face away.

“I know; you’ve never trusted me.” Michael Gallagher looked at her calmly, appearing nonchalant, but his heart was already in a twist.

From her trade with Edward Jenkins in marrying him to her relationship with Harry Lambert, she had hidden everything deep and never voluntarily told him about it.

Three years of marriage, she had hidden well and acted well, even keeping her pregnancy a secret from him.

He had never seen through her.

If it weren’t for receiving Harry Lambert’s invitation and bumping into her here, then interrogating her relentlessly, he would still be kept in the dark.

She was still hiding something from him.

She trusted Harry Lambert unconditionally, but she was unwilling to trust him fully.

Molly felt guilty under his gaze and slowly lowered her eyes.

Michael Gallagher was right; she didn’t trust him.

She didn’t trust him to treat No. 6 well or treat others well.

“What else are you hiding from me?” His hand tightened violently, gripping it into a fist with force, as if only doing so could relieve the pain in his heart. “I can let the past go, as long as you trust me in the future, trust me like you trust Harry Lambert; I… I’ll do whatever you say.”

It was like a trapped beast being tamed, that phrase “I’ll do whatever you say” hitting her soft heart heavily.

“I…” Molly hesitated for a moment, her eyes widening as she looked behind Michael Gallagher.

“Michael Gallagher!” Harry Lambert had already entered. Seeing Molly hadn’t gone upstairs yet and noticing how close Michael Gallagher was to her, he immediately understood.

Under normal circumstances, Molly should have already gone upstairs to the private suite he had arranged for her, rather than still being in the hall.

Michael Gallagher glanced at Harry Lambert and subconsciously held Molly’s hand.

Harry’s gaze fell on their intertwined fingers, stinging his eyes slightly.

“Michael Gallagher, I have something to talk to you about.”

Since he had invited Michael Gallagher here, it was not just about attending a meeting.

Michael Gallagher must have had his reasons too.

Both men looked at each other with their own thoughts in mind.

Harry tried not to let his eyes fall on their hands, but his heart still felt pricked by a needle.

At that moment, reporters filed into the room.

After taking in the scene in the hall, there was a moment of silence, followed by a boiling atmosphere, like a pot exploding.

“Is that Ivy Thompson?”

“Michael Gallagher is here too, my God.”

“Look at their eyes, Mom, it’s like a battlefield! I’m in the middle of a battlefield!”

…

Hearing these noisy voices, Harry Lambert’s brilliant eyes dimmed, and he gestured to the black-clothed bodyguards around him.

Dozens of tall and fierce bodyguards understood and immediately blocked the reporters outside.

Michael Gallagher raised his eyelashes, assessing Harry Lambert with narrowed eyes.

Harry Lambert stood with his hands in his pockets, both sunny and handsome. His bright eyes held a hint of mockery as he provoked Michael Gallagher with his gaze.

Neither of them showed any sign of leaving.

Molly furrowed her brow and whispered, “If you want to talk, go somewhere else.”

As the reporters gathered in the hall, the celebrities upstairs couldn’t help but excitedly stick their heads out over the railing, staring intently at the scene below.

Molly felt her face heat up, having never experienced such embarrassment before.

She never thought that one day, celebrities would be watching her drama.