Chapter 142: Sorry, I Heard Everything


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    “Mm.” Molly Walker nodded calmly, “Your door wasn’t locked, and I’m sorry, I heard everything.”


    She didn’t expect her to admit it so candidly, and now it was Penny Lewis’s turn to be embarrassed.


    Penny Lewis put down the phone and hurried over to try and grab her hand, but Molly dodged her.


    Molly took her cell phone and turned to leave, but Penny quickly called out to her, “Molly, I’m sorry.”


    Molly stopped in her tracks.


    Penny awkwardly stood behind her, and stammered, “You know, participating in this kind ofpetition is the dream of virtually all designers, and I really wanted to participate, so I took your ce. Can you forgive me for taking care of you these past few years?”


    Molly’s lips curved slightly, toozy to even lift her eyelids, “You said it yourself, it’s everyone’s dream. You stole my dream, so how can I forgive you?”


    She had just clearly heard Penny say she found her disgusting and that she’d been enduring it for a long time.


    And now, she actually wanted to use this supposed past kindness to beg for her forgiveness!


    “I’ve had a raise for the past few years, not because you applied for me, but because thepany gave it to me, right?”


    She voluntarily tore off this veil.


    As expected, at these words, Penny’s face turned extremely ugly.


    The raise was indeed not something Penny applied for; it was thepany that saw Molly’s excellence and took the initiative to give her a raise. Penny just imed the credit for it.


    Now that they’ve gone this far, there’s no need to pretend anymore.


    She pursed her lips and said lightly, “So, what do you want? It’s already a done deal… Thepetition system has recorded my face. Unless thepany forfeits thepetition, I’m the one participating.”


    At this point, Penny’s nervousness had subsided somewhat.


    Factual as it was, the system recorded her face, and thepany would never give up on thispetition.


    Once she won a title, even if thepany knew the truth, they wouldn’t me her.


    But the most important thing right now was to stabilize Molly. As long as she didn’t make a scene, everything was negotiable.


    “Molly, I’ve wronged you this time. You can scold or hit me however you want, but it’s not like you can ask thepany to forfeit thepetition!”


    Seeing her helpless expression, Molly let out a beautiful sneer, “Whether thepany quits is thepany’s business, but you stealing my spot is our personal business. I’m sure Michael Gagher doesn’t know yet that one of his employees has swapped the spot behind his back, does he?”


    Upon hearing her mention Michael Gagher, Penny’s face turned varying shades of green and white.


    Thinking about the recent rumors of Michael Gagher and Molly’s falling out, Penny quickly steadied her thoughts, “You don’t need to pressure me with Mr. Gagher; he’s too busy to care about these things.”


    Molly sneered, “Then you must not know about the bet he made with me to secure a winning ce, right?”


    “Tell me, if he knew you stole my spot and prevented me from participating, what would he do?”


    Penny stared dumbfounded, speechless in her shock.


    She made a bet with Mr. Gagher for thepetition?


    Then, if Mr. Gagher found out she had taken Molly’s spot, he would be furious.


    As something dawned on her, Penny trembled all over, her lips quivering like a sieve.


    Molly no longer looked at her, letting out a coldugh as she pushed open the door and left.


    She could afford not to participate in thepetition, but she couldn’t y the saint. She would definitely let Michael Gagher know what he needed to know.


    The next morning, she brought arge box of jewelry to the Gagher family’s vi.


    Michael Gagher had already been discharged from the hospital and was said to be recuperating at the Gagher residence.


    Molly knocked on the door, and it opened to reveal a small face.


    Seeing Molly, little Bailey Gagher subconsciously shrank back.


    Molly raised an eyebrow, her face expressionless, “Is Michael Gagher here?”


    “He’s here.” Bailey looked at her and bit her lip, then stepped aside to let her in. Only then did Molly take a closer look at him, noticing that Bailey’s personality seemed to have changed a bit.


    The old Bailey was mboyant and confident, as if he knew he had the backing of others and feared nothing. Now, however, there was a hint of timidity and cowardice in him.


    Thinking about the recent uproar surrounding Isabelle, she guessed that Bailey might have heard about it too.


    She sighed softly and walked in without ncing sideways.


    Inside the room, the servants were cleaning.


    Ever since thest fire, all the servants had been reced, and Molly didn’t know any of them.


    She clenched her teeth and finally grabbed a servant at random, speaking softly, “Is Michael Gagher in? I need to see him…”


    As soon as her words fell, the door on the second floor opened, and Michael Gagher walked out.


    There was heating in the room, and he was simply wearing a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, exposing a string of wooden prayer beads.


    He looked her up and down, his eyes narrowed with a touch of coldness, “What are you here for?”


    Wearing a simple coat that reached her buttocks made her legs appear as long and slim as ever. Perhaps because it was cold, she let her hair down, hanging around her waist like a freshly-picked rose.


    Seeing him, her almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, like a frightened deer.


    Dark swirls churned in Michael’s deep, inky eyes, as if two clusters of mes had been ignited.


    Molly raised the box in her hand: “Returning your stuff.”


    Michael nced at the wooden box in her hand, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly. “You finished studying them so soon?”


    He remembered that the day after tomorrow would be the preliminaries.


    Molly pursed her lips, her gaze dull, “I’m not qualified for thepetition anymore, so I’m returning your things and cancelling our agreement.”


    “What do you mean?” Michael’s sharp indifference fell on her, and thinking of her identity as Ivy Thompson, he clenched his fingers tightly around the railing.


    “A few days ago, the organizers invited everyone who was participating in thepetition. I was in the hospital, and didn’t go. Penny Lewis went, and I heard they only recognized faces there, so Penny Lewis became thepetitor. It’s not appropriate for me to take your things as I’m not participating in thepetition.” She was tempted by the contents of the box and wanted to win something even if it was just for the jewelry in the box, but it was not up to her to participate now.


    Upon hearing this, Michael’s face was filled with the rage of a raging cold wind: “Since I gave it to you, I have no reason to take it back. I’ll talk to the organizers, and you can continue thepetition.”


    She had initially decided to give up, but it turned out she could still participate in thepetition.


    Molly frowned, speaking softly, “No need to trouble yourself. Since she’s already shown her face, it’s the same for her to participate.”


    Considering her current identity, it was already delicate for her to represent the Gagher Group in thepetition. At this point, she was somewhat discouraged.


    However, upon hearing this, Michael’s thin lips tightened, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down, suppressing the surging blood.


    She really wanted to withdraw from thepetition!


    He nced at the box and said coldly, “You want to withdraw from thepetition yourself, right?”


    The Norman family also had apetition quota, but their designer was suddenly in a car ident and they were looking for a new participant. Moreover, Jeremy Norman secretly bought her a suite, which she had epted.


    Thinking of the Thompson family’s attitude toward Jeremy Norman, the anger in Michael’s heart surged even more viciously.


    Molly didn’t expect him to think so, and felt baffled, “Why would I tell you this if I wanted to withdraw from thepetition? Please be clear. It’s not that I don’t want topete, it’s that I’ve been forced not to.”


    “I’ll take care of thepetition. You prepare well for the preliminaries the day after tomorrow.” Michael nced at her coldly, his tone confident.


    After a few seconds of silence, Molly looked at the box and nodded, “Fine, I


    hope you can sort it out.”


    As far as she knew, the organizers of thispetition were very stubborn, with powerful backstage support, making behind-the-scenes maniption a near-impossible task.


    Since Michael said he could handle it, she would take it one step at a time.


    Seeing her reluctantly agreeing, and thinking of her epting the house from Jeremy Norman, a surge of anger bubbled up in Michael’s heart.


    “You won’t ept my vi, but why won’t you refuse a house from another man?”


    Molly’s lips twitched, “What are you talking about? When did I ever ask for a house from another man?”