The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce-Chapter 109 - : Chapter 109: Why did she come here? To bring shame upon herself?

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Why did she come here? To bring shame upon herself?

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“The fact that your family came is all thanks to you!”

Upon hearing Isabelle’s praise, Gillian Thompson smiled with a hint of pride in her eyes.

She had never expected that the entire Thompson family would come; it was her second brother who had told her so.

She thought her family would side with Molly Walker and not attend, but they all came.

This proved that in the eyes of the Thompson family, she was more important than Molly Walker.

“Molly Walker isn’t coming, right?” Isabelle suddenly thought of this.

“Definitely not. Michael Gallagher’s child with you is already five years old. Why would she come here? Is she seeking humiliation?” Gillian Thompson scoffed.

Isabelle pursed her lips, her face showing a hint of guilt.

Michael Gallagher acknowledged the child, but he didn’t acknowledge her.

The Gallagher family had the same attitude; they would acknowledge Bailey Gallagher but were unwilling to acknowledge that Bailey was her child. At least for this banquet, the Gallagher family members didn’t invite her. She came on her own accord.

What made her happy was that when she came to serve the guests, Lana Lewis didn’t seem to stop her.

“I heard that Jeremy Norman will also come.” After Isabelle said this, Gillian Thompson’s face instantly blushed.

She knew Jeremy Norman would come; otherwise, she wouldn’t have cared so much about her appearance for this event.

Seeing Gillian’s nervous look, Isabelle came closer and informed her of the news she had gathered: “I know a relative of Jeremy Norman’s family. They said Jeremy Norman is coming to find a socialite to settle down with. I heard he has been staying at your house. It must mean he wants someone from the Thompson family.”

Hearing this, Gillian Thompson pretended not to care: “So what if he is? What if he likes Ivy Thompson?”

After all, her leg…

A strong feeling of inferiority hit her, making her clench her teeth.

“Oh my god, you don’t think Jeremy Norman would be interested in her, do you?” Isabelle exclaimed in surprise. “What are you thinking? She’s a divorced woman and is pregnant again! How would the Norman family marry her and take on the role of a father? Taking someone like that would mean losing face. How can they still move around in Capital City?”

Gillian Thompson felt ecstatic inside but remained composed: “I’m also disabled now, not much better than her.”

“How can you compare? Your background is clean!” Isabelle dismissed it, her lips curling into a cold smile. “Besides, I heard that modern prosthetics are just like real limbs. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference when wearing pants or skirts.”

Isabelle’s words made Gillian’s heart surge with excitement.

Out of all the families in Sunnydale City, Jeremy Norman’s options were limited.

Molly Walker’s “dark history” had already disqualified her from marrying the Norman family. Even if the Norman family didn’t care about face, the Thompsons would.

Isabelle was right. If the Norman family wanted to marry into the Thompson family, they could only choose her.

For the first time, Gillian Thompson desperately hoped to have surgery soon. Although a prosthetic leg wouldn’t be as good as her original one, at least she wouldn’t have to look up at Jeremy Norman from her wheelchair.

“I’ll help you keep an eye on Jeremy Norman and create chances for the two of you to interact.” Isabelle had already figured out her intentions and proactively offered to help.

“Thank you.”

Gillian readily accepted this “kind gesture.” Her private time with Jeremy Norman was limited. If she wanted to achieve her goal, there was no need to be coy.

If she did marry into the Norman family, she would no longer be connected to Sunnydale City or even the Thompson family.

With this thought in mind, her heart could no longer be restrained, and it raced with excitement while her eyes filled with madness.

Outside the Gallagher family’s estate, guests were all dressed exquisitely. The socialites were dolled up beautifully, like flowers competing for attention.

In a small corner of the mansion.

Elizabeth Aitken held a big bag, standing next to a woman with a dirty, disheveled appearance.

The woman wore a black suit, her hair pinned up. She looked displeased at Elizabeth Aitken’s tired appearance as she carried the bag.

“I told you before that this banquet was special and asked you to dress prettier, so why did you dress like this? Do you know how rare an opportunity like this is? If it weren’t for your hard work, I wouldn’t have even considered bringing you here.”

Elizabeth Aitken carried the heavy bag, letting her words go in one ear and out the other.

“Stay close, there’ll be a lot of business people coming later. Pretend you’re my assistant. If I don’t speak, you don’t interrupt, understand?”

“Understood, team leader.” Elizabeth Aitken exaggerated her response.

“Call me Miss Bradford.” Fiona Bradford raised her glasses and scolded in a low voice.

She looked down on Elizabeth Aitken. If it weren’t for the boss’s order, she would rather come alone.

Those able to attend the banquet were not ordinary people. Just by casually connecting with a corporate senior executive and talking about one or two collaborations, it would be greatly beneficial for the company.

Although Fiona Bradford was Elizabeth’s team leader, her performance over the past year had far exceeded that of Fiona, who felt threatened by Elizabeth’s growing prominence.

“Remember you’re just my assistant today.” Fiona Bradford smiled, unconsciously straightening her posture. Since she had to negotiate deals, she needed to look impressive.

Seeing her smug expression, Elizabeth Aitken moved her lips but ultimately said nothing.

At that moment, a luxurious RV stopped outside, and as the people got out, reporters who’d been squatting nearby swarmed.

“It’s the Thompson family!”

“The eldest, second, and third sons of the Thompson family have all arrived!”

“My, even Mrs. Thompson, Amanda Leaford, is here.”

“Hey, isn’t that Mr. Gallagher’s ex-wife standing between them?” “What ex-wife, that’s Ivy Thompson!”

Fiona Bradford looked enviously at those getting out of the car.

“Ah, the Thompsons, the richest family in Sunnydale. Becoming a member of their family means a lifetime of no worries.” Fiona Bradford thought of the Thompson brothers, who were all single.

It’s said that these men had vowed not to settle down until they find a girlfriend for their sister. Now that Ivy has found one, does that mean…?

Seeing that Fiona Bradford was bustling with excitement, Elizabeth Aitken couldn’t help reminding her, “Miss Bradford, don’t forget the purpose of our visit.”

Fiona Bradford impatiently said, “I know, you don’t have to remind me.”

They primarily came to discuss cooperation, but who said they couldn’t talk about love too?

Fiona Bradford stared intently at the Thompson family, and when she saw Molly Walker, her eyes widened in surprise, “Oh my god, this Ivy Thompson is so pretty!”

Elizabeth Aitken looked over at the group, her gaze immediately falling on Molly dressed in a formal dress.

Her jet-black hair cascaded down in large waves, and beneath her long eyelashes was a touch of indifference. Her seductive facial features and the simple, long-strapped dress made her look languid and rebellious.

Extravagance, allure, and indifference all concentrated on her, creating a contradictory and enchanting beauty.

Seeing such a friend, Elizabeth Aitken’s lips curved into a gratified smile.

No matter what time, Molly was always the most eye-catching one. After all, she was the school beauty, and her appearance was always outstanding.

Back then, Elizabeth was a tomboy, volunteering to walk Molly home every time. Little did she know that the girl she once protected had become the fourth young lady of the Thompson family.

How wonderful!

She felt envious but not jealous.

Because this was her good friend.

Just as she looked at Molly, Molly seemed to feel her gaze and looked back at her.

Seeing Elizabeth Aitken, Molly waved at her.

Elizabeth Aitken’s hand had just been raised when Fiona Bradford grabbed her tightly, “Ah! Oh my god! Ivy Thompson is waving at me!”