The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: People’s Greed Is Limitless as a Snake Swallowing an Elephant

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Before she could react, the crowd had already made way for her, creating a “lifeline” and the police noticed her immediately.

The officer approached her, flashed his badge, and said, “Miss Richardson, we’re from Sunnydale Public Security Bureau. We’ve received a report accusing you of intentional homicide. Please come with us.”

Intentional homicide!

The room was in an uproar.

Although everyone knew the Richardson family had underworld connections, no one expected Isabelle to be so bold as to be involved in intentional homicide.

Reporters immediately lifted their cameras and began taking photos of Isabelle,

Seeing the police approaching her, Isabelle stepped back and cried out in despair, “l didn’t kill anyone! You’ve got the wrong person!”

She cried, tears and snot streaming down her face, her guilty expression evident to everyone present.

Gillian Thompson’s face turned ugly, but when she glanced at Molly Walker, she found her extraordinarily calm, as if she had anticipated this happening.

Molly wore a faint smile, but it failed to reach her eyes.

She had timed the handover of the evidence to the police perfectly, choosing today for the big reveal.

The crowded space was perfect for making a public announcement.

She wanted to make Isabelle infamous nationwide.

Seeing Isabelle resisting, the officer hesitated, “Miss Richardson, please cooperate with us. Don’t make things difficult.”

The Richardson family had a prominent status in Sunnydale. The police wouldn’t want to mess with them unless necessary. With solid evidence provided by the Thompson family, turning a blind eye was out of the question.

The Thompson family was even more powerful and influential!

They didn’t dare offend either party, so they had to follow the rules and handle this publicly.

Isabelle kept backing away, until Molly stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder. “Miss Richardson, the police won’t wrong a good person nor let a bad one go. What are you afraid of?”

Isabelle suddenly looked at Molly and muttered, “It’s you…”

“It’s you who framed me!” Isabelle’s eyes turned red, and she reached out without restraint to grab Molly.

Molly quickly caught her wrist and gave her a loud slap on the face.

A red mark appeared on Isabelle’s face.

It was left by the ring on Molly’s hand.

“This slap is on behalf of my grandmother. Isabelle Richardson, when you harbored murderous intentions toward her, you should’ve known this day would come.’

The room fell silent…

To kill, Isabelle had killed Molly’s grandmother?

My god, some people with faint hearts covered their mouths and couldn’t help but step back.

Who would’ve thought the heiress of the Richardson family would be so venomous?

As Isabelle was handcuffed, she slowly looked at Gillian Thompson.

Gillian furrowed her brows and backed away in her wheelchair.

Isabelle gave her a slight smile.

Gillian’s eyelids twitched, and she quickly looked away.

She understood that Isabelle wanted her help.

But who could save her from the charge of murder?

Gillian’s face turned bitter. She hadn’t wanted to kill anyone in the first place; it was all Isabelle’s plan, which dragged her into this mess. Gillian had done her best to facilitate cooperation, and now Isabelle was just getting her just deserts. How could she have the nerve to ask for help?

Truly, human greed knows no bounds.

From the moment she was handcuffed, Isabelle knew that her fate was sealed.

There were so many people here, seemingly waiting for the Thompson family’s recognition, but actually came to watch her humiliation.

She hung her head as the police led her away, wanting to see Michael Gallagher’s expression, yet unable to muster the courage to look at him.

After Isabelle was taken away, the room fell silent for a moment.

This sudden, dramatic turn of events left everyone feeling as if they were in a dream.

“Sister, did Isabelle really kill your grandmother?” Gillian asked casually.

She wanted to know why Isabelle had gone to prison. If it was because of Molly’s grandmother, then it had nothing to do with her, but if it was because of hiring a driver to kill her third brother, she couldn’t just sit idly by.

After Gillian asked, everyone looked at Molly.

They wanted to know what happened next.

Who exactly did Isabelle hire someone to kill?

Molly’s expression remained calm, and her gentle voice carried no emotion: “Isabelle killed my grandmother with her own hands, and the person she hired to kill is someone else.’

Gillian’s heart raced, “Is what you’re saying true? Is there any evidence?”

She remembered that Molly and Isabelle had been at odds over her grandmother, but because they couldn’t find evidence, Molly couldn’t do anything to Isabelle.

“The police have come to arrest her, what more evidence do you need?” Gillian’s face stiffened, “I’m just afraid you’ve framed the            person.”

“There’s no mistake.” The speaker was Joshua Thompson, his handsome face cold, pointing to the bandage on his head that had not yet been removed, “This is the evidence, and the limited edition yellow car that was smashed to pieces by her hired hitman is also evidence.”

As he spoke, he felt a pain in his heart. That was his favorite sports car, limited edition worldwide, but it had been wrecked by a truck.

Gillian didn’t say anything more, she feigned surprise, exclaiming, “Third brother, you were actually targeted by her!”

“She deserves it.’

Her reaction was sincere, earnest, and natural.

Upon hearing that Isabelle had hired someone to kill Joshua, the others felt that there must be something wrong with Isabelle’s mind.

Damn the old man, he thinks it’s easy for us to deal with.

Who was Joshua? He was the third son of the Thompson family.

“Is the water in Isabelle’s head?” Jake Leaford covered his face, rolling his eyes several times in his heart, “What should we do? Isabelle is in trouble, do you want to help?”

Michael Gallagher looked at him coldly, “Who can help with a crime? Who do you think I am?”

“She’s your fiancée, although it’s a second marriage, but I guess if you don’t help, her father will actively seek you out. And there’s your mom…”

Thinking of Lana Lewis, Michael’s expression grew colder by a few degrees.

He remembered Molly once asked him, Isabelle or her, who would he help.

At that time, he said he would do his best to protect Isabelle.

And now?

He looked at Molly but found she hadn’t even looked at him.

Jake Leaford looked at him and knew his dilemma.

Isabelle was not an ordinary person. It would be better to say she was his responsibility rather than his first love.

He wouldn’t abandon her.

After the incident, the banquet continued, but it became even more lively as they all discussed the great event.

Having left Joshua and the others, Molly went to the balcony to catch her breath.

She knew the matter was far from over.

Standing on the balcony, she gazed up at the sky where a few stars shone overhead, especially the one closest to her, which was exceptionally bright.

“Sister, why are you alone here?”

A familiar voice came from behind her. Molly turned her head and saw Gillian raising her chin, gazing at her intently.

Sister…

Molly chuckled; hearing this call from her was quite ironic.

“Gillian, there’s no need to be pretentious when it’s just the two of us.”

She never had much patience for dealing with this kind of green tea.

Upon being called out, the smile on Gillian’s face froze, not knowing where to go.

“Since you don’t like me calling you sister, I won’t. After all, I don’t like you either.’

“Whether you like me or not doesn’t matter.. What’s important is your name, Gillian,” Molly said with a laugh, “Now that I’m finally back, why don’t you change your name?”

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