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No, it can’t be such a coincidence. If Molly Walker were really someone from the organization, she wouldn’t have been so calm when her identity was exposed.

Moreover, Molly was abandoned as a child and raised by an old garbage-collecting woman. There’s no way she could have had the opportunity to join the organization.

It must be a mistake in the system.

Violet Summers’ heart raced wildly, her fingers pinching her palm as she tried to maintain her facial expression.

She looked at Molly and gritted her teeth, her heart filled with alertness.

Hearing Violet’s words, Daniel Thompson sighed with relief and smiled, “Well… why don’t we start eating first?”

Then he looked at Michael Gallagher, “Mr. Gallagher, please join us.”

Michael didn’t refuse and politely nodded, “Thank you, Uncle Daniel.” After speaking, he naturally sat down next to Molly.

Seeing Michael sitting next to her, Molly’s heart suddenly jumped, and she unconsciously wanted to stand up and change seats.

She just got up, but everyone’s gaze turned to her. Thinking of her previous statement about having “nothing to do with Mr. Gallagher anymore”, her hand hesitated mid-air while trying to move her chair.

With Michael sitting next to her and Violet beside Michael, it was truly an awkward situation.

“Let me switch seats with you,” Joshua Thompson laughed as he walked over, the coldness in his eyes apparent when he looked at Michael. “Mr. Gallagher still hasn’t given up, has he?”

Molly nodded quietly, about to get up, when Michael’s indifferent voice sounded, “I thought it wasn’t a big deal? Why are you so concerned about one seat?”

Molly’s face stiffened immediately.

Joshua sneered coldly, “What she cares about is my concern.”

After pulling Molly to one side, he sat down, propped his chin on his wrist, and laughed contemptuously, “Mr. Gallagher, it’s really enviable to see you surrounded by women. Unfortunately, I can’t stand people who are indecisive.”

His gaze lightly fell on Violet, “Miss Summers is very distinguished, and it’s a perfect match to marry Mr. Gallagher. Don’t forget to invite me when you get married!”

Upon hearing this, Violet’s face turned red, and she hurriedly waved her hands,

“You’ve got it all wrong, Michael and I are just friends now.”

“Friends now, husband and wife later, that’s right, it’s just the right pace,” Joshua clapped his hands, sounding particularly unsettling in the quiet atmosphere.

Molly didn’t say anything, just sipped on the porridge in front of her.

This porridge was made from millet and shrimp, smooth and fragrant with a velvety texture.

“I also think Violet and Mr. Gallagher are a great match,” chimed in Gillian Thompson, quickly catching onto Violet’s thoughts and initiating the conversation, “Although Mr. Gallagher has been married before, he’s still a golden bachelor now…”

Upon hearing the words “golden bachelor”, Molly choked on a mouthful of porridge and coughed.

Michael’s gaze met hers, his deep eyes filled with curiosity.

Molly looked away indifferently, the corner of her lips tugging slightly.

First Isabelle Richardson, now Violet Summers. Michael was quite popular, it seemed.

Molly stirred the porridge with her spoon, her mind wandering.

“Mr. Gallagher, they’re just talking nonsense, don’t take it seriously… To be honest, we’re just friends.”

Violet’s face flushed crimson, up to her neck. Worried that Michael might misunderstand, she tried to explain further, but Michael casually responded, “Didn’t you say you were hungry? Eat first.’

At this, Violet’s face turned even redder.

Without denying it, did it mean there’s a chance?

Gillian cast a teasing glance at Violet and gave her a thumbs up.

The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, and after a few mouthfuls of porridge, Molly lost her appetite.

At this moment, Violet turned to Molly and said, “Miss Walker, the porridge in front of you looks delicious. Can I…”

She held up an empty bowl, hesitating to finish her sentence.

Molly Walker looked at the large bowl of porridge in front of her and suddenly realized that Violet Summers wanted her to serve it.

It was a small matter, but somehow, Molly suddenly didn’t want to move.

Violet Summers was both Gillian Thompson’s friend and a traitor within the organization, so it was hard for Molly to be enthusiastic around her.

As if she hadn’t heard, Molly didn’t raise her eyes and continued to stir the porridge in her bowl.

Violet Summers stood there awkwardly with the bowl in her hand.

Seeing this, the servant quickly took the bowl and served up a bowl for her.

“Miss Summers, if you want any dishes, just ask our servants to serve them for you. We don’t have a habit of serving each other in our house.” The one who spoke was Amanda Leaford, who had been suppressing her anger for a long time and couldn’t help but taunt when she saw Violet Summers “bossing” her daughter around.

Only then did Violet Summers realize that there was a servant standing behind each person, holding chopsticks specifically for serving food.

The dinner table of the Thompson family was a long one, with a variety of dishes filling the table. If people didn’t serve each other, everyone could only eat the dishes in front of them.

It was unexpected that the Thompson family’s meals were so extravagant, and Violet Summers’ face turned red in embarrassment: “Thank you, it’s my first time eating like this… I’m not used to it yet.”

Amanda Leaford’s expression remained cold, but she rolled her eyes inwardly.

Molly put down her chopsticks: “I am full, thank you for the hospitality.” She had met the person she needed to see and it was time to leave.

Next, all she had to do was have No. 4 investigate Violet Summers directly.

Seeing Molly about to leave, Amanda Leaford quickly walked over: “Where are you going? I will go with you.”

Molly was taken aback and then smiled: “I’m going back to my own house,

Mom, you don’t have to go with me. You won’t be able to sleep in that house.”

“What kind of house can’t I sleep in? If even I cannot sleep, then isn’t the environment very bad?” Amanda Leaford was worried, glanced at her daughter’s belly and said, “You are pregnant and I’m not at ease with no one to take care of you. If you don’t want to live in the mansion, then I will stay with you and take care of you.”

Hearing this, Daniel Thompson’s heart suddenly jumped, and he quickly walked over to hold Amanda Leaford: “Amanda, we finally got together, are you going to abandon me?”

“Yes, I am going to abandon you!” Amanda Leaford glared at him and, taking Molly’s hand, walked out.

Molly’s eyelids twitched, and she stopped to persuade, “Mom, you don’t have to go with me. In a few days, I’m going to the Capital City to participate in the finals of the design competition, so I’m planning to focus on my preparations for a few days.”

These recent events had left her distracted. When the preliminary round was done online, she had only barely passed by luck, but it also awakened her to the realization that there are always people beyond people, and there are higher skies beyond the sky; she could no longer afford to slack off.

Hearing this, Amanda Leaford finally gave up on the idea of following Molly, but insisted that professional chefs deliver three meals a day for her.

Molly could only respond with a smile.

The meal had left everyone on edge. After Molly announced her departure, Michael Gallagher also got up to leave.

Violet Summers initially wanted to leave with Michael, but as she had mainly come for Gillian Thompson and to discuss cooperation with the Thompson family, she decided to stay.

Molly had just walked out of the mansion’s gate when a familiar voice called out to her.

Under the sunlight, Michael Gallagher’s slender eyes narrowed slightly, his handsome features exuding a cold air. His voice was low and languid, “I heard that you’re the most favored person in the entire Thompson family now?”

“Rumors.” Molly replied indifferently, her bright eyes calm and undisturbed.

“Mr. Gallagher, aren’t you going to wait for Miss Summers?”

Leaving Violet Summers on her own was not a gentlemanly act.

There was a tinge of blood in Michael Gallagher’s deep eyes, emanating an abyss-like danger.

“I don’t feel like waiting.” His tone was light and casual, as though he was talking about the most mundane of things.

Hearing such irresponsible words, Molly was speechless for a few seconds, then sneered, “Tsk, still as irresponsible as ever.”

It was as if she was accusing him of his previous irresponsibility.

Michael Gallagher’s dangerous eyes narrowed even further, tinted with a hint of red at the corners.

His gaze fell on her belly, and sure enough, he could see her face filled with panic.

Michael Gallagher’s thin lips slightly curved upward, his tone careless and nonchalant, “What if I want to take responsibility now?”