Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Sorry for Disturbing

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Molly Walker was screaming and deliberately slamming the door.

The only thought in her head now was to disrupt the sweet night between Isabelle Richardson and Michael Gallagher.

Even if Michael blamed her later, she could still put the blame on her assistant.

Molly chuckled, but she didn’t notice that the door had opened.

When she saw who opened the door,

Her smile suddenly froze on her face.

As their eyes met, they both saw a hint of embarrassment in each other’s gaze.

“Why are you here?” Michael squinted his eagle-like eyes a bit.

“Michael, who’s here?” Isabelle came out, her clothes messy. When she saw Molly, she quickly covered her small mouth, blushed and hid behind, “Miss

Walker, what are you here for in the middle of the night?”

There was a hint of annoyance and accusation in Isabelle’s tone.

Molly stood where she was, not knowing what to do out of awkwardness.

Did… did they already finish?

Was she late?

Looking at the situation, it didn’t seem like any force was used, quite willing was she?

Molly curled her lips scornfully, lightly licking her dry lips, “Your assistant said you were in trouble. I didn’t know it was this. Sorry for the interruption, you two continue…”

She quickly turned around.

Michael’s face darkened.

In trouble, he was indeed almost in trouble.

But when seeing her vindictive smile just as she opened the door, she was probably not there to help him, but to enjoy the spectacle, right?

His gaze locked tightly onto Molly’s face in an attempt to see something different, but apart from a smile, he saw no other emotions on her face.

She didn’t mind.

And she didn’t care.

This realization made his heart feel heavy as if there was a stone on it.

She didn’t care about his actions, even when he was about to have a relationship with Isabelle, she just watched as if it was a show.

She really didn’t care, and maybe she never cared.

Molly hurried down the stairs. As she was just about to leave the door,

Michael spoke coldly, “Stop.”

“Take Miss Richardson home first.” He instructed his assistant who has been walking around not far away.

Isabelle’s eyes widened in shock, and she quickly shook her head, “No, Michael, I’m not going home.”

Why should she leave and Molly stays?

She’s not leaving!

“l don’t care who leaves, but I have to leave.” Molly’s voice was cold, “The misunderstanding today is bizarre, you can ask your assistant for the specifics. I did not mean to offend.”

After saying this, she turned and left without giving Michael additional glances.

After Molly left, Isabelle nervously walked over to Michael, “Michael…”

Michael’s eyes were cold as water, “You should know that I don’t like to be manipulated.”

He turned around, closed the door, and left her outside.

Isabelle stood alone, her face pale like a lonely leaf in the wind.

Because of this farcical incident, Molly had nightmares all night.

The next day early in the morning, Damian Thompson told her some bad news.

“Father has decided to give the project to the Richardson family. He said that the Thompson and Richardson families must continue their cooperation.” Upon hearing this news, Molly became immediately sober.

She had finally disrupted the Richardsons’ plans, and now, out of the blue, things were back to square one.

“When did this happen?”

Damian’s tone was serious, “Father decided to give the project to the Richardson family after meeting with Gillian, and he has also made it clear that we are not allowed to interfere. Joshua knew about it and insisted on being discharged from the hospital!’

Joshua had agreed to this initially, but now the set arrangement was changed, and of course he was angry.

You have to say, Isabelle played her cards well, and Gillian was more resourceful than she had imagined.

But if Daniel Thompson finds out that Isabelle Richardson had hired a killer to murder his own son, would he still hand over the project to the Richardson family?

Her hand tightened around the phone.

“Where is your father now?”

“The company.”

Hanging up the phone, Molly Walker immediately rushed to the Thompson corporate building.

The Thompson Tower, located in the high-tech zone of Sunnydale City, a sixty-plus storey twin building, had even become a landmark building of Sunnydale.

The luxurious and bold company, involved in real estate, entertainment, and technology, is a place that salaried workers would rack their brains to join.

As Molly Walker just got out of her car, a few children ran by her, almost knocking her over,

Molly took a few steps backward, took a closer look, and found that a group of children were bullying another child.

“Quick, give me the toy in your hand, or I’ll let my brothers beat you up!’

“No, this is what my dad bought for me, I can’t give it to you!’

“You don’t even have a dad or a mom, you’re a child no one wants.”

“l have a dad and a mom!” The child stood up in indignation and pushed the big boy in front of him away.

“Where are your dad and mom then? Why don’t they come save you! Liar!” The big boy laughed and snatched the bubble gun from his hand.

The little boy pouted, with blue and purple spots on his face, looking rather pathetic.

Molly Walker stopped in her tracks.

The boy looked somewhat familiar.

Molly squinted and thought about it, immediately remembering the annoying child in the hospital. What a small world!

Molly grinned.

“What are you guys doing?”

Bailey Gallagher saw Molly, quickly got up from the ground, ran towards her with little steps and hid behind her.

Seeing him using her as a human shield, Molly chuckled, that’s all the courage he had.

“You are…” The big boy looked warily at Molly Walker, and then asked Bailey,

“Is she your mom?”

Bailey sneaked a glance at Molly, mumbled a few words, neither denying nor admitting.

Just as everybody took it for granted that she was his mother, Molly smirked and said, “No, I’m his aunt.’

Bailey:

“Give the toy back to him, or I’ll tell the police you robbed him.”

Hearing about the police, the children looked at each other, fear flashing in their eyes.

The little boy threw the toy towards Bailey and ran off.

Bailey picked up the toy, looked at her confidently: “Thank you, but I still really hate you.”

“Whatever.” Molly rolled her eyes, “There are too many people in this world who like me, I don’t lack you one.”

At such a young age, speaking so rudely, she didn’t want him to like her.

“Anyway, you hate me, I hate you too.”

If it wasn’t for what just happened reminding her of being bullied when she was young, she wouldn’t have helped him.

It would be nice if the brat was beaten up a bit.

After walking a few steps, she found that the little brat had been following her.

“Hey, you little devil…” She was about to scold him when a few men in black clothes and sunglasses rushed out and blocked her way.

“Young Master! Finally found you.” A middle-aged woman in her fifties ran over, hugged Bailey, and cried, “Don’t run away from home in the future.”

She checked Baileys whole body and exclaimed, “Young Master, what happened to your face?”

The middle-aged woman turned to Molly, her teeth chattering with anger.

She ordered the bodyguards, “Tie her up and send her to the police station.” “Daring to kidnap and abuse children, I will let her taste the same abuse in prison..”