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

Some competitions do have shady dealings, but this blatant foul play is simply too unpalatable.

Stephen Crane paused with his string of beads in hand, giving a slight nod, “The contestant representing Orientopia cannot be someone so unknown. Even if her design capabilities are not bad, she doesn’t have the strength to compete against other countries yet.”

Upon hearing this, the sponsors all fell silent.

They were also aware that anyone representing Orientopia in the competition needed to be stable and capable of winning.

It may seem like the judges can decide these things, but in reality, it all depends on the contestant’s overall capabilities.

Having someone as unknown as Molly Walker representing Orientopia and the ‘W’ organization is worrisome, not just for them but for anyone else who knows about it.

This is an international competition, winning is one thing, but the most important thing is not to lose face.

But can Molly Walker really take on such a heavy responsibility?

No one can answer that.

Who knows what Molly Walker, who just appeared out of nowhere, did before she joined the competition? If any dirt on her is exposed, the whole of Orientopia’s reputation will be tarnished.

With this in mind, the sponsors all sighed with regret.

Given that national reputation is at stake, someone like Molly Walker, who has suddenly emerged from nowhere, is indeed unable to assume such a heavy responsibility.

Seeing that the other sponsors had no objections, Mr. Crane waved his hand for them to dismiss the meeting.

After the others left, the short-haired bodyguard approached him and asked, “Mr. Crane, Mr. Jenkins sent a message saying he has some free time and would like to thank you and invite you for dinner.”

Stephen Crane played with the beads in his hand, shaking his head gently: “I won’t be eating with him. The favor he asked of me wasn’t something decent, and I’ve already done him this favor.”

In his early years, Mr. Jenkins had a good relationship with him, and shamelessly asked for this favor after knowing that he was one of the organizers.

It’s despicable for an old man who’s almost in his coffin to be at odds with a young girl, and he can’t stand such a style.

But he still helped him by disqualifying Molly Walker from the finals of the competition.

Thinking of the surname ‘Walker,’ Stephen Crane’s gaze drifted.

“I’ll be able to go to Sunnydale and see Charlotte in a few days.”

The female bodyguard respectfully said, “You’ve been looking for Miss Charlotte Walker for over twenty years, and she’s been hiding from you all this time. Finally, she’s agreed to see you.”

“Yes…” A trace of excitement appeared on Stephen Crane’s usually calm face, his beard trembling and tears welling up in his eyes, “Unfortunately, we’ve both grown old. She said in her letter that she has cancer and wrote me only to see me one last time. When we had our falling out, she said she never wanted to see me again. I didn’t expect her to contact me only just before her death.”

Remembering his lover’s determination, tears flowed down Stephen Crane’s face.

He had remained unmarried all these years, waiting for Charlotte Walker.

But no matter how much money, manpower, and resources he spent, he just couldn’t find her.

Unable to find her, he remained unmarried for the rest of his life, and now he’s alone and without an heir.

Closing his eyes, tears overflowed from the corners, and the female bodyguard handed him a handkerchief. Stephen Crane took the handkerchief and wiped his red, swollen eyes.

Now that he’s found Charlotte, he should leave his property to her descendants.

“Mr. Crane, why didn’t you go to Sunnydale earlier? That way, you could have seen Miss Walker sooner…”

Stephen Crane let out a bitter smile, lowering his head. The vicissitudes and sorrow in his eyes were unbearable on the face of such an old man.

“She doesn’t like people breaking her plans. According to her letter, she doesn’t have much time left. She just wants to see me on her birthday. For all these years, if she said she wouldn’t see me, she wouldn’t. If I were to go against her wishes now, I’m afraid even our last meeting would be difficult.”

The female bodyguard nodded her head, her face showing some regret as well.

She had only been with Mr. Crane for a few years but knew full well how much he loved Miss Walker. For such a powerful man to remain unmarried for a lifetime was probably the most faithful expression of love.

Unfortunately, after breaking up with Mr. Crane, Charlotte Walker had been in hiding, and no one knew what means she used to remain unfound by him until a letter arrived a while ago.

This time, it seemed that Charlotte Walker had calculated everything perfectly. The letter arrived just in time for Christmas.

In the letter, Miss Walker said she might not live past the next Lantern Festival and asked Mr. Crane to see her on his birthday, which was also her farewell before her death.

Mr. Crane kept his promise and really only prepared to go to Sunnydale when his birthday arrived.

Thinking of something, Stephen Crane said, “Buy Molly Walker’s design works, and let her set the price.”

After bringing down Molly’s “dark side,” he still felt uneasy in his conscience.

Moreover, the girl’s last name was also Walker.

Out of love for the house and its crow, he couldn’t bear to be harsh with anyone sharing that surname.

Mr. Jenkins was overjoyed to learn that Molly only got fourth place.

“Master Shen is indeed a man of loyalty and righteousness,” Mr. Jenkins sat in the car and looked leisurely out of the window, “When I spoke to him, he agreed immediately.”

“Mr. Jenkins, you’re amazing—I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars but didn’t get it done. You stepped in and fixed it without spending a dime.”

When she found out that Molly didn’t win a place, Scarlett Jackson was over the moon with joy.

She originally thought she would have to spend a lot of money on this matter, but Mr. Jenkins managed to get it done without spending a penny.

“If I had known that you knew the organizers, I wouldn’t have tipped off the snake.”

Thinking of how she was played by Molly’s computer, Scarlett Jackson felt uncomfortable all over her body.

Fortunately, the final outcome was good. As long as Molly didn’t get the top spots, those small matters wouldn’t count for much.

“Mr. Jenkins, should we continue waiting here, or…”

“Let’s wait a bit more,” Scarlett’s arrogance skyrocketed, “I’ve contacted Christopher Evans; he’s going to pick us up and take us to a hotel, then help us find a way to meet the leader of the ‘W’ organization.”

Thinking of Harry Lambert’s relationship with Molly, Scarlett Jackson smiled sinisterly, “I suspect that Uncle Jenkins’s stuff has been robbed by others.”

Mr. Jenkins raised his white eyebrows, “Who is Christopher Evans? Can we trust him?”

After many twists and turns, Mr. Jenkins gradually became disappointed in that organization.

His son had been dead for several years, and whether the organization would recognize him was a problem.

Christopher Evans is the second-in-command of the organization, only below the leader. Mr. Jenkins, please don’t worry. Christopher Evans used to be under Edward Jenkins. He was very happy when he found out that I was a descendant of Uncle Edward.”

Christopher Evans was someone Scarlett had spent millions of dollars to get in touch with. She initially thought he would be resistant to meeting her, but as soon as she leaked a little bit of information, he contacted her proactively.

Just now, Christopher Evans asked her to wait outside the venue, saying he was going to tell her a secret.

What kind of secret was so mysterious? Scarlett Jackson was very excited and decided to wait here on her own.

At this moment, Jerry Jenkins, who had come out of the venue at some point, slowly walked towards them.

“Grandfather.”

“Jerry…”

Seeing Jerry Jenkins, Mr. Jenkins’s expression stiffened as he exchanged glances with Scarlett Jackson.

Just as Mr. Jenkins was wondering how much his grandson had heard, Jerry Jenkins crossed his arms and smiled insidiously, “What are Grandfather and Miss Jackson talking about? So secretive?”

Mr. Jenkins held his breath, unsure whether to reveal that Edward Jenkins was the leader of the ‘W’ organization back then.

Since Jerry had intellectual issues, Edward didn’t leave a last testament for him before his death, and the organization only arranged for Michael to inherit.

But now that Jerry is fine, does he also have the right to inherit?

Thinking of how disobedient his grandson Zachary Jenkins was, Mr. Jenkins felt both heartache and liverache.

Both were grandsons, but Jerry was obviously more obedient than Michael.

So, does Jerry also qualify to know about this matter?