Chapter 177: Meddling in the Middle


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    “There’s no need to call, it’ste, Mr. Gagher must be asleep…” Violet Summers spread her hands helplessly, “How about this, if you are reluctant to give it to me, I will let Mr. Gaghere to collect it himself, and I won’t get involved.”


    “That won’t do…” Molly Walker curled her lips up,ughing sweetly, “If you’re unwilling to call, then I will. If there’s nothing else, everything in this box can be given to you.”


    Violet Summers paled, stammering, “That… is too much trouble, let’s forget it, I don’t want the things.”


    Molly sneered in her heart.


    With just a casual throwaway remark, she had managed to expose the true nature of Violet Summers.


    Given Michael Gagher’s personality, if he said he wouldn’t take back the contents of this box, he probably wouldn’t.


    It was not surprising that Violet Summers, being someone from the organization, got to know about the jewelry.


    Molly pulled out her cell phone, and without hesitation, dialed Michael Gagher’s number.


    The phone rang for a long time, with each “beep” making Violet Summers’s face turn paler.


    Just at the moment when Michael Gagher picked up the call, Violet Summers couldn’t help but pull Molly by the arm, shaking her head pleadingly at her. Just then, Michael Gagher’s cold voice sounded, “What’s the matter?”


    Violet Summers was so anxious that her eyes were red.


    Molly chuckled coldly, ignoring Violet Summers’s plea, and said to the person on the phone, “I’ve given that box of jewelry to Violet Summers.”


    Violet Summers’s mouth fell open, her body trembling with coldness.


    She dare not imagine what Michael Gagher would think of her.


    There was silence on the phone for a long time, just when Molly was about to hang up, Michael Gagher asked in a hoarse voice, “This is your stuff, what do you give her for?”


    Upon hearing this, Violet Summers’s cheeks flushed red, as if she had been pped hard.


    “She said you sent her. She’s now at my house, and I’ve returned the things to her.”


    Without waiting for Michael Gagher’s response, Molly hung up the phone, picked up the box, stuffed it into Violet Summers’s arms, and then mmed the door shut.


    The Gagher family’s vi, early the next morning.


    Michael Gagher looked at the jewelry box that Violet Summers had someone deliver. His thin, sensually cool lips moved, and his eyes were frighteningly deep.


    He made a call to his secretary.


    “Did Molly personally say she wanted to withdraw from thepetition?”


    The secretary immediately ryed the situation at that time, “Miss Walker did not tell me in person, she told me over the phone. I reported to you immediately after hearing that.”


    Michael Gagher’s gaze was as cold as a knife’s edge.


    At that time, he was too angry to think it over, but now it all seemed rather odd.


    If she wanted to withdraw from thepetition, why did Molly not call him directly but instead called his secretary?


    Michael Gagher’s brows furrowed, he had a strong feeling someone was meddling in this but he had not expected that person to be Violet Summers.


    He stood up abruptly.


    “Trace the origin of the phone call for me.”


    Before the truth was revealed, the official ount of the Capital City Norman Culinary Group released a notice which imed that thepany’s representative in thepetition was Molly Walker.


    Seeing the message sent by Jake Leaford, Michael Gagher’s face turned grim.


    Even if it was a misunderstanding, the conclusion had already been reached.


    Molly had be the Norman family’s designer.


    “Michael, my condolences. Anyway, that woman wore a green hat on your head and is not worth your emotional turmoil, you…don’t be too angry, it’s bad for your health.”


    Jake Leaford sincerely advised. At this moment, he could only feel full of sympathy for Michael Gagher.


    Even if this good friend was handsome and rich, why he always ended up in the pit dug by Molly Walker?


    Jake Leaford sighed, wanting to offer more advice, but Michael Gagher quickly hung up the phone.


    Michael Gagher left the room with a stern face, grabbing a coat on his way out.


    He was going to ask her why she wanted to withdraw from thepetition..