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

Chapter 370: Chapter 369: Don’t Let Me Down

Other contestants:

“You giving up will only make my victory less fulfilling,” Molly Walker said, her lips quirking cheekily. Her voice was lazy, yet it tingled people’s hearts.

Do people from the “W” organization always have this much confidence?

Upon hearing “you might not be able to beat me”, all the contestants were spurred into a competitive spirit.

They had initially come for the championship, they were the outstanding ones in their companies or even their cities, all dreaming about becoming the champion and contributing to their country’s glory.

In the grand scheme of things, prioritizing the national interest meant letting the capable individuals from the “W” organization compete against international contestants, which would increase the chances of victory.

But they had forgotten that they once came here with a dream as well.

To shrink back in such a manner was evidently cowardly.

“Miss, may I ask your surname?” A petite girl asked her in curiosity.

Molly gently responded, “My last name is Walker.”

Even though many people usually called her Ivy Thompson, she had never acknowledged this name.

Walker is the surname that is engraved in her bones, given by her grandmother, crafted to accompany her for a lifetime. Even if her tombstone was to be carved after death, only this name would be used.

“Miss Walker, I heard that there are many talents in your organization, and your design ability must be outstanding, right?” The petite girl had stars in her eyes. She seemed less like a competitor and more like a smitten fan.

Molly couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I wouldn’t say I am remarkable, I’m just average inside the organization.”

After all, she was only responsible for design. Production and operation were Harry Lambert’s forte.

Without Harry Lambert, she wouldn’t be able to focus on her designs and excel in this field.

In effect, it was her partner who should be considered remarkable instead of her.

This small episode soon passed with the passage of time.

The competition only offered one chance. According to the scoring criteria, the champion of Orientopia would be selected directly, who would then compete against international competitors to emerge as the world champion.

In the past, such competitions were judged by individuals from luxury goods brands, with the champion being the target of various prestigious luxury goods companies.

In a corner backstage of the competition, a man and woman stood.

The woman was wearing a white dress and sunglasses, holding two sheets of paper in her hand.

“This is her design draft, which I had a hacker fetch from her computer at a high price. Given you’re going out before her, take this design draft and present it first.”

“If this goes as planned, seven hundred fifty thousand dollars will appear in your account.”

The one speaking was Scarlett Jackson.

Having Ivy withdraw from the competition at this stage was impossible, hence they had to devise other ways to prevent her from participating.

If they present her design draft first, Ivy would be accused of plagiarism.

Plagiarism is a taboo for designers and could ruin one’s future career in design.

As the man weighed the papers in his hand, the corner of his mouth twitched upward, “Miss Jackson, where did you learn such tactics? They are rather crude.”

“Surely, you can’t think that a designer of this caliber would risk leaking her design draft in advance?”

This was the most significant jewelry design competition in Orientopia. Any designer with a brain wouldn’t carelessly expose their designs on electronic platforms.

“Does…does that mean it’s impossible?” Scarlett looked somewhat bewildered, “I don’t really understand you designers … anyway, as long as she doesn’t win the championship, it’s fine. If you think seven hundred fifty thousand is to low, once this is successful, I can give you another one hundred fifty thousand.”

Even though giving this sum of money would hurt, once she took over the “W” organization successfully, she wouldn’t have to worry about these small sums of money anymore.

Imagining Ivy’s defeat, Scarlett chuckled in satisfaction.

The man, seeing Scarlett in such a state, fell speechless.

“Miss Jackson, I think you’ve been watching too many novels and TV series.” He handed the papers back to Scarlett. “The competition designs are given by the judges on the spot according to the topic, no one can cheat. You’d be better off bribing the judges than me.”

After he finished talking, the man left without looking back.

Scarlett held the delicate papers in her hands, her expression frozen.

Bribe the judges?

The executives from luxury goods companies?

Even if she were rich, she could not possibly bribe all of these people, right?

Scarlett Jackson slumped in a nearby chair with a gloomy face, despair written all over her.

Could she just stand by and watch Molly Walker gleam in glory as she took the crown?!

While she was lost in desolation, the paper in her hand was suddenly taken away.

Scarlett froze, looking up abruptly, her pupils contracting instantly.

“Zachary Jenkins!”

In the competition area, Molly Walker was sitting on a sofa, leisurely listening to the man in front of her as he reported with a smile, a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Miss Walker, that’s how it went down, I did not agree to frame you.”

Molly nodded, picking up a bank card with her fingers and handed it to him.

“The password is today’s date, the money will be transferred to your account later.”

The man happily took the card, grinning from ear to ear.

As a designer, the thing he hated most was plagiarism. He hated it and disdain it.

The money offered by Miss Jackson was dirty, too hot to handle. But taking Miss Walker’s money was much more legitimate and moreover, twice as much as Miss Jackson’s.

Any fool would turn down such a good thing.

Moreover, between Miss Walker and Miss Jackson, of course he’d choose Miss Walker, after all, the “W” organization was behind her.

Choosing Miss Jackson would likely draw revenge from the “W” organization, but choosing Miss Walker could possibly get protection from them.

“By the way, Miss Walker, if there is anything else I can help with in the future, feel free to tell me.” The man felt as if he had done a great thing. He puffed out his chest and spoke confidently and generously.

Before Molly could even respond, the man, shyly rubbing the back of his neck and blushing, spoke: “I really admire your organization, I’m willing to contribute for free, no need for money.”

“No need, thank you.” Harry Lambert who had been quiet till now, refused coldly with a sneer.

Glancing at Lambert, who was also wearing sunglasses like him, the man gave an awkward laugh. At that moment, he heard the host calling his name and he quickly left.

Harry squinted his eyes, pulling out several bank cards from his bag and handed them to Molly.

“That woman won’t give up. She intends to bribe people, right? This time, I’ve brought enough money.”

Harry’s meaning was obvious. Want to win people over with money? Who’s afraid of whom?

Molly looked at these cards, somewhat amused.

Ever since she found out that the one who took the painting was Scarlett Jackson, Harry began playing hide and seek.

Watching Harry play his little game, Molly silently accepted it.

Scarlett Jackson was not the Jenkins family; her delusions of taking over the organization based on a painting was simply daydreaming.

As expected, when Scarlett couldn’t get in touch with the people in the organization, she extended her anxious hand towards Molly.

“Let her bribe them, it doesn’t matter. This money might as well go to charity. To just throw it around like this is wasteful.”

She had given money to that guy just now because he seemed honest. But it wasn’t necessary to bribe everyone.

Thinking of Scarlett’s tactics, Molly found herself laughing.

All of her electronic devices, including her cell phone and computer, had been tuned by the organization to automatically lock the moment an external hacker attempted to invade.

Scarlett could only blame herself for sending a hacker who was unskilled. As soon as they invaded, the cell phone would sync and display it.

In reality, she could have stopped the invasion with one click, but this time, she didn’t.

The invader was clearly targeting her work.

If that was the case, she might as well let Scarlett think she had successfully invaded.

The tactic of plagiarism was just too old and embarrassing.

“Scarlett Jackson, you better not disappoint me…”

Molly Walker smirked with a tantalising smile, a coldness hidden in her eyes.

She was very curious about what tactics Scarlett Jackson would use to deal with her next.