Chapter 67: The Assistant Goes Crazy


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    Would Mr. Gagher me him if he simply let it go?


    Isabelle impatiently pushed the assistant out of the door and closed it with a “bang” when he persisted.


    He walked downstairs in confusion and suddenly thought of someone.


    When Molly received the assistant’s call, she had just finished her design practice and was about to drink a ss of water…


    “Miss Walker, please help Mr. Gagher! He’s about to be vited by a woman.”


    “Pfft!” Molly spurted out the water she had just sipped.


    What a shocking message!


    “By whom? Male or female? How long has it been going on?”


    The assistant coughed, “It hasn’t happened yet…”


    “Why don’t you call the police then? Why call me?”


    “Uh… because the person trying to take advantage of Mr. Gagher is Miss Richardson… Mr. Gagher is drunk and unconscious now. If we are anyter, Miss Richardson might seed.”


    When she heard it was Isabelle, Molly’s expression froze.


    “Miss Walker, Mr. Gagher… Mr. Gagher hates being taken advantage of like this… Please, help him.”


    Listening to Michael Gagher’s assistant pleading for help, Molly almostughed out loud.


    Weren’t Isabelle and Michael on good terms? Why did she have to resort to this?


    She couldn’t help but think about the first time she and Michael were together. It was a mistake, and he was furious the next morning.


    That was the first time she saw Michael angry.


    The assistant was right; Michael detested being manipted.


    But…


    “What does this have to do with me?” Molly fiddled with the pen in her hand and smiled yfully, “We’re already divorced. Who he sleeps with has nothing to do with me.”


    Back when she lived in the Gagher family’s house, Michael had been drunk before, but rarely. Each time he drank, he slept heavily and no one could wake him up.


    If Isabelle was determined to take advantage, she might be able to do so.


    And when that happened, she would definitely face Michael’s anger the next day.


    “Of course it’s rted to you, Miss Walker. Mr. Gagher once said that if he’s ever in any danger, he wants me to call you right away. He said he doesn’t trust anyone else, only you.”


    The assistant’s anxious words made Molly’s heart tremble slightly.


    He trusts only her?


    Did Michael Gagher really say that?


    She nced at her pregnancy test result on the table, feeling bored and put down the pen.


    Alright, she’d go and help.


    If not, watching the drama unfold wouldn’t be a bad idea either.


    At that moment, her curiosity was burning.


    Molly hailed a taxi to the Gagher family’s vi.


    Inside thevish room of the Gagher’s family vi, Michaely in disarray on the grand and luxurious bed, his eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed as if he couldn’t find peace even in his dreams.


    Isabelle had already changed into her silk pajamas, revealing a slight hint of her neck’s curvature amidst pure innocence.


    Step by step, Isabelle finally reached his side.


    she knew that what she was doing was despicable and that he would be furious after waking up. But as long as it ended well, she wasn’t afraid.


    As long as she could marry Michael, she was willing to do anything.


    Thinking of what happened at the bar, Isabelle’s face contorted with anger.


    Michael had already divorced Molly, so why wouldn’t he marry her?


    If he hadn’t said those words today, she wouldn’t have taken such drastic measures.


    With a flushed face, she climbed onto the bed and undressed Michael. Michael’s muscr physique was perfect, and his face was incredibly handsome.


    Isabelle’s heart raced as she looked at him.


    She reached out her hand, moving from his abs to his belt. Holding the buckle, she gently pressed down…


    Outside the vi.


    Molly Walker had just gotten out of the car when she saw the assistant running towards her.


    “Miss Walker, if you hadn’te today, I would have called the police.” The assistant pushed her into the vi, “Hurry up, we don’t have much time.”


    Molly, who had originally juste to watch the drama, was now getting nervous because of him.


    The roses that she had nted with her own hands now covered the walls outside the courtyard and were in full bloom.


    She walked in quickly.


    The traces of the fire inside the vi had beenpletely repaired, and there was hardly any difference from when she left.


    Looking at the tightly locked door upstairs and thinking about her divorce with Michael Gagher, her steps faltered, and she hesitated.


    If they were still married, this would be a perfect case of catching adultery, and no one would me her for breaking into the room and cursing the adulterers.


    But now, under what identity should she enter?


    They were already talking about marriage, so it would be reasonable if something happened between them. What would her barging in count as?


    Molly suddenly felt at a loss.


    Thinking of Michael and Isabelle Richardson doing that kind of thing, her heart felt suffocated.


    “Miss Walker, why are you still here!” The assistant was going crazy.


    “l… I’d better not go in.” Molly quickly turned back around, “I’m divorced from him, isn’t it ruining their rtionship if 1 go in?”


    Suppressing the difort in her heart, she pretended to be rxed and advised him, “You should just turn a blind eye to it. After all, she will be your future boss.’


    “Miss Walker, to be honest, I don’t want her to be my boss, and neither does Mr. Gagher.” The assistant looked at her stubbornly, “Are you willing to just hand Mr. Gagher over to someone else?”


    “If Mr. Gagher and Miss Richardson have a rtionship, how can you take revenge on your grandmother in the future?”


    The assistant’s words made Molly’s smile freeze on her face.


    “Miss Walker, I believe in your integrity more than Miss Richardson’s, and you won’t frame someone casually.”


    “Between you and Miss Richardson, I stand by you.”


    As the assistant looked at her steadfastly, Molly’s heart trembled violently. Even his assistant believed her, but Michael didn’t.


    Indeed, their three years of marriage were not worth it.


    But the assistant was right, she could divorce Michael, but he could not marry Isabelle.


    Once the Gagher and Richardson families were joined by marriage, it would be very tricky for her.


    It was not difficult to hurt apany, but it would take a lot of time to bring down two.


    Since she had alreadye, she might as well go upstairs and watch the drama.


    After making up her mind, she walked up the stairs.


    Inside the room, the lighting had already been changed by Isabelle to dim ambient lighting.


    Isabelle kneeled next to Michael, her hand on the belt buckle, and pressed hard.


    With a “click,” the belt came undone.


    Just as she nervously prepared to take the next step, a distinct hand stopped her.


    Isabelle’s breathing momentarily hitched, and she quickly looked up, meeting a pair of deep, dark eyes filled with hidden emotions.


    Isabelle hurriedly withdrew her hand, not daring to say a word.


    She covered her lips and lowered her head, not daring to look at the man’s expression.


    The man didn’t speak either. He picked up his clothes and slipped them on, his fair and slender fingers buttoning up one by one.


    Both of them were silent.


    It was quiet and still…


    Isabelle’s eyes grew red and swollen.


    She would rather have Michael scold her at this moment than use silence to torment her.


    Her face turned pale, her lips tightly bitten, and her cheeks flushed red, “Michael, l…


    At this moment, the door suddenly made a loud noise.


    “Hello, is there anyone inside?”