Chapter 587: Chapter 582 Luck is Not Strength_1
 

“Along with the evidence, take it to the Public Security Bureau,” Joshua Thompson ordered with a clank as he dropped the stun baton, instructing the bodyguard.

The moment Ethan Hopkins entered the mansion, he was under surveillance.

Molly Walker brought ‘W’s people to conduct a thorough inspection of the mansion, rearranging the camera setup with all-new invisible pinhole cameras, leaving Ethan Hopkins’ every move within the Thompson family’s grasp.

However, they failed to notice Ethan Hopkins passing the murder weapon to Gillian Thompson.

Watching Nicholas Thompson being carried off on a stretcher to the hospital, Joshua Thompson closed his eyes, his heart aching intensely.

Even though Nicholas did many wrong things, he was, after all, his second brother, bound by blood.

It’s true that Nicholas had faults, but they were not deserving of death.

As soon as Ethan Hopkins was taken into the Police Station, Samuel Richardson received the news right away.

“As expected of the Thompson family, they sealed the news so tight, not a single media outlet got wind of it,” he said.

Thinking of the unconscious Nicholas, Samuel Richardson burst out laughing.

“Daniel Thompson, that old coot, I guess the death of a few sons doesn’t really matter to him,” Samuel Richardson glanced again at the video sent by Ethan Hopkins, satisfied as he put it down, “Who would have thought Nicholas was so fond of his sister.”

Stepping forward to take a stab for someone might seem trivial, but in reality, few could do it.

In real life, such action requires not only courage but also speed.

“If it had been a moment later, it would have hit Molly Walker’s stomach. It’s a pity that Gillian Thompson’s leg got injured, lacking agility,” Samuel Richardson sighed with regret, then turned to his only daughter, “How about it, did my move surprise you?”

Emma Smith’s face went slightly pale.

She had also seen the video just sent by Ethan Hopkins.

Molly Walker had nearly been in trouble…

She never anticipated that Samuel Richardson would entertain such a thought.

“You only mentioned wanting the assets of the Thompson Group, not going after Molly Walker,” Emma Smith said angrily, “This is murder, aren’t you satisfied with Isabelle Richardson being in prison? Do you want to experience it yourself?”

“Don’t be angry now, I just mentioned it to that brat, Ethan Hopkins, who knew he’d actually consider it,” Samuel Richardson dismissed, “Without evidence, how can the police accuse me of murder? You, you’re just too cautious. When you used to work by my side you dealt with much bolder deeds. How come after working with ‘W’ for a while, you’ve forgotten your true nature?”

“So you still think of Molly Walker as a sister?” Samuel Richardson teased, taking a puff of his cigar before looking at her mockingly, “You might regard her as your sister, but she doesn’t see you as hers.”

Emma Smith lowered her head, speaking coldly, “No.”

“Good.” Samuel Richardson tossed a stack of transfer orders in front of her, “The company’s entire property has already been transferred through this company. Once Thompson family’s money comes in, we’ll leave this place.”

“With Nicholas Thompson dead, they won’t have the mind to deal with us now, making it the perfect opportunity to make our move.”

Why wait for another time? This was the chance to strike.

Without Gillian Thompson, without Ethan Hopkins, without Phoebe Belmont, everything would belong solely to him, Samuel Richardson.

Emma Smith had to admit that Samuel Richardson’s scheme was exceptionally well-plotted.

“Are you sure the company you transferred the money to is reliable?” Emma Smith did a quick search, but found nothing unusual about the financial company.

Typically, financial companies have some issues; one without any seemed peculiar instead.

Emma Smith frowned and thought about it, intending to give a word of caution, but seeing the confident look on Samuel Richardson’s face, it was clear he had no intention of changing his mind.

“Of course, it’s reliable. The company I found won’t make any mistakes, you can rest assured,” Samuel Richardson said nonchalantly, glancing at the clock on the wall with increasingly deeper laughter lines, “The person in charge of that company is arriving soon. If you’re really worried, why not stay and see for yourself?”

“No need,” Emma Smith shook her head, “I have other things to take care of, I’ll take my leave first.”

Just as she was leaving, the financial company’s person in charge also arrived.

In the early spring weather, far from summer, this person was still dressed extremely sexy, with a graceful waist and a hint of abs showing.

Emma Smith took one look at her but was astounded by her beauty.

This person was stunningly beautiful… beautiful like a celebrity walking out of a television.

However, after just one glance, Emma Smith didn’t give it another thought and left.

…

As the sun gradually set.

Not far from the Richardson family’s villa, a tall woman holding a cell phone confidently said, “Don’t worry Olivia, the deed is done. That old lecher Samuel Richardson had no doubts about the company we set up.”

“Don’t take it lightly,” Olivia Sawyer’s voice was much calmer, “I know you’re talented in acting, just lacking a good opportunity. If this mission is successful, Molly has promised to find you a significant role.”

The woman smiled with joy, “Okay, I trust you!”

Thinking of Olivia Sawyer’s current status made her envious.

Being a good friend of Olivia Sawyer, she naturally knew why Olivia Sawyer was able to quickly make it to the top.

Behind her was a female big shot.

These days, having a protector wasn’t unusual, but having a woman as one was rare.

Having a female protector meant you didn’t need to sell out certain things; just do your job well.

After hanging up, the woman was about to leave. But the moment she turned around, a scream pierced through the sky.

“Ah!!”

Emma Smith stood not far from her, watching emotionlessly.

The woman bit her lower lip in surprise, trembling all over.

It’s over!

…

Outside the Richardson family’s villa, a Porsche’s latest model sports car had pulled up.

The car doors opened like wings, and the person inside quickly got out.

And with the arrival of this car, the police car closely followed behind.

The police officers, equipped with their gear, got out of the car one after another.

Samuel Richardson was enjoying his dinner when he saw the footage from the cameras outside, nearly dropping his knife and fork.

“Molly Walker, Michael Gallagher…” Samuel squinted his eyes, his fingers curling slightly.

However, it was the appearance of the police officers that made Samuel stand up abruptly.

“The police, why would the police come?!”

This dramatic scene made Samuel extremely wary.

“Mumu!” Samuel called out frantically for his only daughter.

Emma Smith had now become his lifeline.

However, as his voice echoed through the hall, there was no response from Emma.

Soon, Samuel saw Emma.

She was standing in the villa’s garden, making eye contact with Molly.

“Emma… so you are here…” Molly saw Emma and lit up with a bright smile, “Seeing you safe, I can rest easy.”

Emma didn’t speak, just looked at her with a complex expression: “You knew I was here all along, didn’t you?”

The person from that financial company turned out to be one of Molly’s people.

That woman had been frequently coming and going from this villa lately; she naturally would know of her existence.

Molly must have also known what she had done.

Thinking of this, Emma’s nose grew more and more sour, and following that, her eyes began to heat up.

This day had finally arrived.

Molly curved her lips into a smile, neither denying nor confirming.

“Why, knowing that I’m here, why didn’t you deactivate my information card at ‘W’?”

Thinking of this, Emma felt a tightness in her chest.

Molly hadn’t banished her from ‘W’; she could enter and leave the ‘W’ system with ease.

This was something Samuel didn’t know.

If it hadn’t been for the exposure of the woman from the financial company today, she wouldn’t have known that she had already been found out.

“Why deactivate it?” Molly smiled warmly, “I’ve said I trust you.”

“Trust me? Trust me as the Black Rose?”

Looking at Molly’s undisturbed demeanor, Emma smiled with a heart full of bitterness: “Did you investigate me a long time ago?”

The original Black Rose of the Richardson family was the prime target of an anti-gang effort.

And she, although having gone straight for years, couldn’t erase many of the shadowy aspects of her past.

“I didn’t investigate,” Molly paused, “I never check up on people I trust, Emma, I believe in you.”

“Trust…” Emma muttered, taking a few steps back unconsciously, meeting Molly’s gentle smile only to feel a sting in her eyes, “I’m sorry, I’ve failed your trust.”

Emma closed her eyes, her heart aching so much she couldn’t breathe.

“No, there’s still a chance,” Molly’s voice came through like a spring breeze, tapping on one’s eardrum like cicada calls in the clear night, “What I despise are not those who have committed misdeeds, but those who continue to do so.”

“Everyone makes mistakes, but as long as you want to be a good person, I can help you get out of this.”

“Emma, I’ve never blamed you, and I hope you don’t blame yourself either.”

There was something else Molly hadn’t said.

She believed that Emma must have had her reasons for taking this step.

Never blamed her…

Emma’s tears fell, and her sobs escalated.

“You’re so naive, you should have checked me out.”

If Molly had checked out the Black Rose, she would never have trusted her as a good person again.

“Though I’m the boss of ‘W’, I don’t misuse my authority. Moreover, I’ve never really had power; I’m just an ordinary person among the masses. I picked up fruits that were borne by the tides of time, not ones I created. Luck is just that, luck, not my strength.”

“Clap, clap, clap!” Samuel’s clapping echoed clearly through the night, “What a speech about not taking luck for strength. No wonder you managed to grow ‘W’ so much, Miss Walker, you’re truly accomplished for your age!”

After speaking, Samuel’s gaze, heavy with warning, fell on Emma.

“Mumu, is your friend here to see you? Why did she bring the police too?”