The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

Chapter 322: Chapter 321: The Insatiable Adopted Daughter

The hottest gossip in wealthy circles this year is about Ivy Thompson.

Thompson family’s long-lost daughter turned out to be Ivy, who was also Michael Gallagher’s secret wife.

Once raised by a garbage-picking old lady, Ivy transformed into a wealthy heiress and a member of the “W” organization, instantly becoming a sensation.

Upon hearing someone mistake her for Ivy, rage engulfed Gillian Thompson, leaving her shaking with anger.

In the past, when someone mentioned Damian Thompson’s sister, they would think of her. Now, Ivy had stolen all the attention.

“Ivy Thompson?” Gillian glared at the person. “Are you blind?”

“She is Gillian Thompson,” Grace Harrison corrected her roommate. “Thompson family’s adopted daughter.”

Those two words, “adopted daughter,” deeply wounded Gillian.

Adopted daughter, no matter how many years she had been with the Thompsons, she was still just adopted.

“Oh…” The person dragged out their response, their tone from surprise to scorn. “That insatiable adopted daughter…”

After saying this, they stared at Gillian’s legs with a judgmental expression.

Their attitude change slapped Gillian’s face, making her feel like an appalling parasite.

“What do you mean, insatiable… You better choose your words carefully,” Gillian clenched her teeth, her hand gripping the crutch quivering.

Grace glared and hurriedly shielded her roommate, seemingly worried that Gillian would swing her crutch at them.

Many people cast curious glances at them, and Gillian, remembering Nicholas Thompson’s advice to act low-key, suppressed her anger.

“I’m just warning you. Someone like my brother, you can’t reach. No offense intended,” Gillian sized up Grace from head to toe.

Wearing a short black down jacket and a beret on her head, Grace’s backpack also appeared to be a no-name brand. Judging by her attire, she came from a modest background.

“Let me be straightforward, my brother won’t settle for anything less than a woman from a wealthy family. An alliance of two powerful families is the key to long-term success. A common girl marrying a CEO happens only in fantasies, not in reality,” Gillian lifted her chin, her eyes full of envy and anger.

It was one thing for Damian to dote on Ivy, but why did he come to visit a girl with no background at school?

Upon hearing Gillian’s arrogant warning, Grace wasn’t angry. Instead, she smiled sweetly, her dimples showing. “You misunderstood, I don’t have that deep of a relationship with your brother. He just came to return something to me.”

Grace absentmindedly waved her shopping bag containing a shirt.

Upon seeing the logo on the bag and its contents, Gillian’s eyes narrowed.

“Return your stuff? Can you even afford something this expensive?”

Grace’s roommate got angry. “What do you mean? Everyone saw it was your brother that personally handed the item to our Grace just now. Don’t think your family is so great just because you have a little money. How expensive can a shirt be? Our Grace can afford it.”

“Afford it?” Gillian smirked, “Do you know how expensive this shirt is? It’s a custom-made ‘H’ piece, only available to those who have spent over seven hundred fifty thousand dollars in store. A six-figure shirt, are you sure your classmate can afford it?”

Seven hundred fifty thousand for the item?

Six figures?

Grace was stunned.

How did she buy it for eighty thousand?

Did she buy a fake one, give it away and get someone’s genuine version in return…

Blushing at the thought, Grace felt mortified.

Gillian’s words silenced Grace’s roommate too.

They knew about Grace’s financial situation; her father worked at construction sites and occasionally did manual labor at coffee shops. Even if he worked his entire life, he might not be able to afford that accessory.

Seeing her roommate’s embarrassment, Grace’s heart felt heavy.

“Whether I can afford it or not is my business. I’ve made it clear that your brother and I have only met a few times, and it’s not what you said.”

“I hope so,” Gillian Thompson snorted. “Not just me, the entire Thompson family would never agree to the two of you being together. Stopping the loss in time is being responsible for yourself.”

After saying that, Gillian Thompson left with her crutch.

Grace Harrison’s roommate looked at her with concern: “Grace, don’t listen to her nonsense. She’s been kicked out of the Thompson family, so she can only pretend in front of us.”

“Exactly, Grace. What’s so great about expensive things? Even if it’s a few hundred thousand dollars, anyone can brag about it. Just take her words as wind.”

“No wonder she was kicked out of the family by Daniel Thompson for looking down on people.”

Her roommates tried to comfort her with their words, but Grace Harrison’s heart remained tight.

She had bought a counterfeit shirt, but Damian Thompson didn’t say anything and even sent her the real one.

Grace Harrison looked at the shirt in the bag and suddenly felt her palms burning hot.

At the entrance of the Leaford family’s villa, a Ferrari stopped up front.

Behind the wheel, Michael Gallagher took off his sunglasses, revealing a handsome and sharp profile. The winter sunlight shimmered in his eyes, making him look indifferent and noble.

Molly Walker came out with a small package and saw him. His deep gaze was filled with tender emotions.

Molly’s heart skipped a beat, and she walked over to the car with a smile.

“Where are you taking me?”

Michael Gallagher had called her saying he would take her somewhere.

“To take care of something.” Michael Gallagher naturally fastened her seatbelt.

The faint scent of his shower gel filled her nostrils, making Molly’s face flush.

She remembered that when she had first married Michael Gallagher, he was such a gentleman, not letting her do anything that most men could do.

Perhaps that was why she had been so lost in their marriage all this time.

Michael Gallagher took her to a shopping mall.

When they entered the luxury custom store, a waiter immediately approached them.

“Bring me the custom order I placed last time.” Michael Gallagher handed over a card at the right time, and the waiter, having swiped the card, immediately nodded and said he would fetch it.

In the store’s VVIP Area, Scarlett Jackson sat on a sofa browsing her cell phone. Seeing that Olivia Sawyer had already terminated her contract with her company, Scarlett raised her lips in amusement.

In the entertainment industry, it’s still effortless for her to suppress someone if she wants to.

Pity that Olivia Sawyer’s family was wealthy, or Scarlett could teach her a lesson in the meaning of total failure.

She leisurely examined the jewelry on the table while listening to the manager’s enthusiastic introduction.

“These are all antique jewelry from many years ago. Many of these pieces were purchased at high prices, and if I hadn’t grabbed them quickly, they would’ve gone straight to the auction house.”

As Scarlett watched the new jewelry pieces, she couldn’t find any she liked, perhaps due to her mood swings.

Not until a waiter walked by with a particular set of jewelry did her eyes light up.

The necklace was inlaid with pearls, diamonds, and imperial jade. Each pearl was round and full, the diamonds cut exquisitely, and the jade was flawless. With the perfect combination of all three materials, it didn’t clash, but instead, it had a surprisingly harmonious aesthetic.

“Hold on!”

Scarlett immediately stood up and walked over to the jewelry, her eyes excited.

She had been longing to collect an imperial jade necklace. Still, there wasn’t a suitable one, either too tacky or not high-quality enough. This one, however, was just right and suited for young people.

“Why didn’t you bring it out earlier?” Scarlett complained to the manager. “I’ll take this one.”