Chapter 178: Aren’t You Meddling Too Much?


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    Michael Gagher was leaving the house in his car when someone quickly stepped in front of the vehicle.


    She was in a fur coat over her traditional long dress, with a pink mink scarf wrapped around her neck, carrying an air of extravagance.


    “Mr. Gagher…” Violet Summers, slightly tense, stood in front of the car, looking nervous, “There’s been some misunderstanding. I’d like to talk about it with you face-to-face. Can you spare me a few minutes?”


    Michael Gagher frowned, considering her status for a few seconds. Just then, Violet marched forward.


    Michael Gagher rolled down the car window, his deep eves as ck as ink.


    “I went to see Miss Walkerst night just to ask her why she withdrew from the race. After she found out that I was representing the Gagher family, she insisted on giving me that box of jewellery…” Violet, who had already thought out her choice of words carefully, seemed embarrassed when mentioned the topic, “I sent the items back to you overnight. I’m sorry, Mr. Gagher. I didn’t handle the matter well and caused you trouble.”


    “Indeed, you’ve caused trouble,” Gagher remarked coldly with an indifferent expression on his face. “Why did you go see her?”


    “Who told you to go?”


    “Who told you to tell her that you’re representing the Gagher family in the race?”


    A series of questions left Violet stunned.


    She knew Michael might me her, but she didn’t expect him to be so ruthless.


    Michael took out a cigarette, thinly clinched between his lips, his eyes narrowing dangerously.


    “Miss Summers, you’re a bit nosy.”


    Thinking about Molly’s cold words over the phone irritated Michael, causing resentment to wave inside him. His gaze on Violet was harsh like a knife.


    Guilt painted Violet’s face a deep shade of red, even spreading to her neck.


    Although Michael had only asked her to investigate who the father of Molly’s baby was, and indeed didn’t ask her to interfere with the situation, she thought there was an opportunity to gain Michael’s favor given his pleasant attitude towards her. Seems like she was over-reading things.


    “I’m sorry. When I found out that the baby in her belly was from another man, I just felt regret… for you and I acted impulsively…” Violet’s eyes started to redden, her voice choked, “Indeed, I was being meddlesome, I’ll go apologise to Miss Walkerter.”


    “No need.” Michael tightened his lips,zily gesturing to one side with his slender fingers, “Stan aside. I’ll go and exin things to her myself.” Violet was momentarily shocked and then numbly moved to the side.


    Michael’s car dashed out like a released arrow.


    His attitude gave Violet a bone-deep chill.


    She thought Michael, who could fall for Isabelle, would not reject her.


    But she had hit a wall.


    Michael’s car arrived at Rosewood Park. Outside the estate, Jeremy Norman’s car was parked.


    The ck Maybach looked imposing, as eye-catching as Jeremy’s Porsche, and immediately noticed each other.


    “Yo, Mr Gagher, you’re here too.” Jeremy casually tapped on the steering wheel, his eyes filled with interest.


    Upon seeing Jeremy, Michael’s expression was unaltered, with a faint smile on his lips.


    Ignoring Jeremy, who gave a purposeless smile, he noticed Molly walking towards them, immediately got out of the car and opened the door. Molly was heading straight for Jeremy’s car without ncing elsewhere.


    Just then, a hand stopped her.


    Molly looked up into a pair of calm, ink-ck eyes.


    “I have something to say to you.” Michael uttered, indifferent to the nces of others, grabbing Molly and leading her towards his car.


    Molly frowned, quickly breaking free of his grip. “Mr Gagher, I have other dinner ns today. Please behave yourself.”


    “Other dinner ns?” Michael nced at Jeremy, his lip curling with an icy smile, “You’re dating other men so quickly?”


    Today, Molly had clearly made an effort to look good. Her hair was styled into big waves, the most popr Hong Kong style at the moment. She looked seductive but not vulgar, delicate but not unting. She wore a form-fitting red coat that reached her knees, and even the thick clothing could not hide her enchanting curves.


    Despite only sharing one night with her, he remembered vividly her silky skin and captivating curves.


    She dressed like this to date another man.


    He gave Molly’s stomach a cursory nce, thinking about her words, a rush of anger welled up in his heart that he couldn’t suppress.


    “The father of the baby is Harry Lambert, but you’re on a date with Jeremy Norman. Howe I never noticed that you’re such a flirt?”


    Is she a flirt?


    Who’s the flirt now!


    Molly Walker couldn’t help rolling her eyes.


    “Mr Gagher, what does it matter to you whether I’m a flirt or not? Aren’t you meddling too much?”


    She suppressed her anger, swiftly turned around, and strode towards Jeremy Norman.


    Seeing her like this, Michael Gagher quickly regained hisposure and coldly exined, “The secretary received your call to withdraw from thepetition, so thepany could only rece you with Violet Summers.” Upon hearing this, Molly stopped in her tracks.


    “You withdrew from thepany’spetition for Jeremy Norman?” Michael Gagher questioned coldly without any trace of emotion.


    He had his suspicions when she first withdrew from thepetition. Now seeing this, everything fell into ce too neatly.


    Was someone behind all this or had she simply been outmaneuvered? He wanted an answer.


    Molly Walker initially did not want to discuss this with him, but hearing that the secretary had received her call to quit, the questions in her heart only magnified.


    Indeed, there was more to her so-called “withdrawal” than meets the eye.


    “I did not withdraw from thepetition.” She paused before adding, “I was forced to withdraw. I was told I was disqualified frompeting when I discovered what had happened.”


    Hearing this, Michael Gagher’s face instantly darkened.


    Forced to withdraw, she did not willingly quit!


    “I kept my promise and did not quit, the ones who did not keep their end of the bargain was yourpany.” Recalling how she’d been coldly treated when she tried to exin the next day, Molly smiled, “See you on thepetition field.


    Don’t worry, I will surely beat Violet Summers.”


    Her fiery red lips drew a captivating, bewitching smile.


    Michael Gagher’s heart skipped a beat. He cleared his throat, asking lowly, “Does it have to be this way?


    After all, they were a couple. Did it have to end up a dog eat dogpetition?


    Molly Walker felt her nose sting and slowly turned her head, “No one wanted it this way.”


    At least, she did not.


    “Did youe to thepany the other day to talk about this?” Michael Gagher’s voice hoarse, his tone dark and filled withplexity.


    His heart felt like it was being torn apart when he saw Molly nod in confirmation.


    It had been him who impulsively let Violet Summers rece Molly.


    His recklessness, his concern had led him to lose his usual judgement.


    If it had been amon employee, he would have let the secretary have a face-to-face discussion with them, asking for the reason for the withdrawal before making the final decision. However, because it was Molly, he ended up making a rash judgement.


    “I’m sorry.”


    Hearing his apology, Molly Walker stayed silent, unsure how to respond.


    “You should avoid Violet Summers.”


    This was all she could think to say after a long silence.


    Violet Summers’ life was going to turn ck sooner orter, Molly did not want to see Michael Gagher associated with such a person.


    Ultimately, he’s the father of their child and she did not want any scandals to affect her child’s future.


    After saying this, she turned and walked towards Jeremy Norman’s car.


    Jeremy Norman stood afar, casting a distant nce at them. He did not approach, leaving enough space for them to talk.


    Molly Walker got into Jeremy Norman’s car. When the car drove by Michael Gagher, Jeremy Norman casually handed him an invitation card, “My parents are here. We are throwing a banquet at the Sunnydale Hotel tonight. If Mr. Gagher is interested, you can bring a date.”


    Having said that, he stepped on the elerator and the car zoomed off into the distance.


    Michael Gagher held the thick invitation card, his eyes cold.


    Jeremy Norman’s parents were here? This meant they were meeting the parents?


    With a firm grip, his knuckles turned white as he clenched his fist. His handsome face was shrouded in gloom..