2 Chapter 2 Unfortunately, She Doesn't Love Him

His warning was like a series of needles, ruthlessly piercing her heart.

"You might as well think I'm making a fuss over nothing." Molly Walker suddenly laughed, "I'll find the evidence."

Not wanting to stay for a second longer, she steadied herself and staggered away.

After she left, Michael Gallagher quietly explained to Isabelle Richardson, "Her grandmother means a lot to her. Don't take her harsh words to heart."

Isabelle Richardson shook her head, biting her lip in grief, "I always thought she was a gentle person. I didn't expect her to harbor such hostility towards me."

"So, Michael, do your previous words still hold true?"

Michael Gallagher remained silent.

"Isn't she discussing divorce with you?" She asked carefully, "She seems very fragile right now, she probably needs a lover by her side."

Michael Gallagher's lips were tightly pressed, thinking about Molly's reason for wanting a divorce, his fist clenched tighter and tighter.

A lover, it's a shame her lover is not him.

They have been married for three years. He had always controlled himself, but a few days ago, he woke up to find that he had been intimate with Molly.

Angry at himself for being fooled, Molly vehemently denied it, and even handed him a divorce agreement.

"Michael Gallagher, let's get a divorce."

She had always been obedient, never brought up divorce before.

"What, do you have someone you like?" He toyed with the divorce agreement in his hand, his voice was mocking and sarcastic.

Unexpectedly, she admitted it, laughing, "Yes."

"Don't mind that you've been married?" He asked again.

"He knows."

"Hmm."

He wanted to ask more, but didn't know where to start.

After three years, they spent more time apart than together, he didn't have the time to get to know her.

She really found someone she liked. She hid that man very well, he couldn't find out no matter how much he investigated.

Since she found someone she liked, it's time to set her free.

Under Isabelle Richardson's expectant gaze, Michael Gallagher slowly nodded.

After her grandmother's funeral, Molly began to process the divorce.

However, Michael Gallagher seemed to have disappeared, he wasn't at the villa, his phone was unreachable, and people at the company said he had gone on a business trip and would be back in a week.

That week was the hardest week for Molly.

The news media were broadcasting that Michael Gallagher and Isabelle Richardson were traveling abroad.

In the photos, Isabelle Richardson's pretty face was filled with a happy smile. The man next to her was wearing sunglasses, his posture was upright, he exuded an extraordinary aura, they looked like a pair of lovers who were deeply in love.

She tried to persuade herself, they were getting a divorce, she didn't have to care.

But when she thought of him being intimate with the person who killed her grandmother, she couldn't sit still.

Until Michael Gallagher returned, the moment she got his trace, she took the divorce agreement and left.

She and Michael Gallagher have always been married in secret, everyone thought Michael Gallagher was still single.

Isabelle Richardson exploited this gap and showed off her love with Michael Gallagher, then she would personally tear off this mask.

The Maze Bar, rumored to be the favorite place for rich heirs to do business.

Seductive women skillfully twisting their waists on the dance floor, men drinking wildly, it was like another world, bizarre and fascinating, everyone was indulging and obsessed.

Enduring her discomfort, she walked through the noise toward the private room where Michael Gallagher was.

Inside the private room, the music was unending, and bottles of wine were scattered all over the floor.

A few men sat on the sofa, each holding a woman, all of them blossoming like flowers.

Michael Gallagher rested casually on the leather sofa, his legs crossed, his eyes cold and commanding.

Unlike the other men, the only person by his side was Isabelle Richardson.

"Mr. Gallagher, isn't it boring to have just one woman by your side? Why not call over a few more princesses?"

The man responded with a mischievous smile on his handsome face, his lips curled upward in a naturally rebellious way.

Michael Gallagher's gaze dropped, not picking up the conversation.

He was here today to talk business with Joshua Thompson, having no interest in these games with women.

"Joshua Thompson, I'm still here." Isabelle chimed in coyly, "You dare introduce women to Michael in front of me, wouldn't it be worse when I'm not around?"

She'd been sticking to Michael these few days, even secretly spreading the news of their togetherness in the media, just to tell everyone:

She, Isabelle, was back.

Joshua Thompson whistled casually, "Women are like clothes, what's the point of wearing the same one every day? Besides, you and Michael aren't married yet, stop acting like Mrs. Gallagher."

He has always been at odds with Isabelle, not mincing his words.

Isabelle, the daughter of the Richardson family, wasn't accustomed to this kind of treatment.

She blinked her innocent eyes, puffing in anger, "I remember your sister went missing and hasn't been found yet. Aren't you afraid that she will end up being played by men like these women?"

With a 'bang', Joshua Thompson smashed his wine bottle in front of her, shards of glass scattering across the floor.

The entire private room fell silent.

The Thompson family was the richest family in Sunnydale City, influential in both legitimate and underground circles. There was a well-known secret about them.

Mrs. Thompson had four children, the first three were boys. They were overjoyed when a girl was finally born, but she was stolen on her hundredth day.

No one expected Isabelle to be bold enough to bring up this matter.

For a moment, the expressions on everyone's face in the private room varied.

Just then, a commotion was heard outside the door.

"What's the ruckus?" Joshua Thompson, already in a foul mood, got heated up with the noise.

The waiter said hesitantly, "There's a woman outside insisting on seeing Mr. Gallagher."

A woman?

Michael Gallagher squinted, a particular person flashing across his mind.

Extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, he replied languidly, "Let her in."

Hearing the voice inside, Molly Walker gripped the divorce agreement and walked inside.

In the dim lit private room, scores of curious eyes turned towards her.

The enclosed space, filled with the smell of alcohol and perfume, made her nauseous.

She clenched her teeth against the discomfort and walked over.

Isabelle, nestled against Michael, looked surprised to see her.

Thinking of the news about them, any lingering affection Molly had evaporated.

Under the scrutiny of the crowd, she parted her lips slightly and said sweetly, "Husband, so this is where you are!"

Husband?

Mr. Gallagher is married?

Then... Isabelle is the No. 3?

The people present gasped, their eyes shifting towards Isabelle.

Isabelle's face alternated between green and red.

Now everyone knew, she had interfered with Michael Gallagher's marriage.

She gripped the corner of Michael's shirt nervously, like it was her last hope.

Michael Gallagher looked at Molly with inscrutable eyes.

This scene made everyone feel on pins and needles.

Who dares to spectate Mr. Gallagher's drama? Everyone tactfully made their exit from the private room.

Only Joshua Thompson remained, sitting motionless on the sofa, his gaze locked on Molly's face, his eyes full of excitement.