Chapter 44 - 44: If This Isn’t a Dream

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“Harry Lambert! ”

The assistant cried out in surprise.

Harry Lambert was a popular celebrity with both good looks and acting skills. At a young age, he had already earned the title of Best Actor and was a hot investment target for capital firms.

How did he end up with Molly Walker?

The assistant dared not look at his boss’s expression.

It was bad enough that Molly was close with Mr. Thompson, but now she was somehow involved with a hot young actor.

“Mrs….” he swallowed and stammered, “She’s quite remarkable.”

Her resources, connections, and methods left him no choice but to be impressed.

Michael Gallagher’s eyes were indifferent and cold, like a bottomless pool of dark water hiding a knife that sent shivers down one’s spine.

He thought that after marrying Molly, she would obediently become a virtuous wife. But now it seemed that his wife had quite a few secrets.

First Joshua Thompson, and now Harry Lambert.

He had underestimated her.

Seeing their boss’s temperature drop rapidly, the assistant found himself torn between choices.

He wondered whether he should continue to park the car here or move it to the underground parking lot.

Now, he deeply regretted his loose tongue. The next time he saw Mrs. Gallagher with another man, he would rather pretend to be blind.

As he agonized over his decision, Michael Gallagher opened the car door and walked towards the Tea House.

He stood tall, with steady steps. Due to his extraordinary appearance, passersby couldn’t help but stealing glances at him again and again.

The assistant watched as Molly and Harry Lambert were deep in conversation, and couldn’t help but feel anxious for his boss.

Would Mr. Gallagher impulsively do something in anger?

There were still quite a few paparazzi waiting outside. He hoped Mr. Gallagher could keep his emotions in check and not cause a scene.

By the window of the Tea House, Harry Lambert was undeniably a star.

His beautiful face was androgynous, with skin as white as snow, a tall nose, and lips as delicate as cherry blossoms, resembling a beautiful youth straight out of a manga.

Molly couldn’t help but admit that he truly had the capital to be a popular young actor. After all, back in the organization, he was the most handsome man.

“You’re now a hot celebrity. It’s not appropriate for us to sit here openly like this.” Molly frowned and looked outside. Sure enough, several paparazzi were peering around.

“Weren’t you divorced already? Why do you still care about this?” He didn’t care, and casually started peeling an orange from the table. “l remember that you love oranges but hate peeling them.”

After elegantly peeling it, he gently placed the orange in front of her: “This orange must be sweet. You should try it.” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Molly helplessly looked at the orange, then glanced over at Gillian Thompson. Unsurprisingly, Gillian’s eyes were wide, as if she had seen a ghost.

Lucy Thompson even pinched herself hard, murmuring, “Am I dreaming? Who did I just see? Harry Lambert?”

“And he’s peeling an orange for Molly…”

“l must be dreaming!’

Hearing her noisy voice, Gillian finally regained her composure. She stared deeply at Molly, “You’re not mistaken, it’s Harry Lambert.” “Molly is even more amazing than I thought. Judging by her intimacy with Harry Lambert, they must have known each other before the divorce.”

Michael Gallagher and Molly’s divorce was the news of the month. Just yesterday, they had gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau to complete the paperwork. In such a short time, it was impossible to meet a new man, let alone someone as prominent as Harry Lambert.

Who was Harry Lambert? A top-tier celebrity with no previous scandals.

But looking at how intimate he was with Molly, it was as if they were deliberately making their relationship public. After tomorrow, this news would surely spread far and wide.

“My god, I’m witnessing history!” Lucy trembled as she took out her cell phone and quickly snapped a photo, immediately posting it to her social media. “Cousin, do you think if I ask Molly for Harry Lambert’s autograph, she’ll give it to me?”

She had completely forgotten about her feud with Molly.

Gillian rolled her eyes speechlessly, reminding her, “You forgot that you and her have fallen out.’

Lucy immediately clamped her mouth shut.

Seeing Molly and Harry Lambert acting intimately, jealousy welled up in Gillian’s heart.

Why? Why was Molly’s luck always so good? First, she had the help of her third brother, and now Harry Lambert.

Why do people have such different fates?

Jealousy gnawed at her heart, causing pain and hatred.

Harry Lambert started peeling oranges again. Molly didn’t eat one and pushed it back, saying helplessly, “Are you in some trouble? Do you want to use me to get ahead?”

She guessed that she would be famous tomorrow. Harry’s beautiful eyes blinked: “You tell me.”

“Enough, let’s talk about the real issue.”

Harry Lambert sat up straight and lowered his eyes in sadness: “l haven’t seen you for so long, and you don’t even care about me. It hurts.”

Molly: .

He’s still the same after all this time.

Harry Lambert played with the tea, pouring it from one cup to another.

“Before Joshua Thompson’s accident, he went to the hospital to get DNA test results.’

Molly immediately sat up straight.

DNA test?

“What does this have to do with my identity?” Molly frowned, confused.

Harry Lambert looked at her deeply, his expression inscrutable.

“The DNA test results were made using your hair and Daniel Thompson’s hair.’

Molly’s face gradually turned pale.

She seemed to hear echoes of Damian Thompson’s words to her.

“Have you ever thought you might be Ivy Thompson?”

“What if this isn’t a dream?”

Molly’s heart trembled as she stared at Harry Lambert.

“What do you think, isn’t it like a cliche soap opera?” Harry Lambert spread his hands helplessly, “My Molly turns out to be the daughter of the richest man. What should I do, can 1 ever catch up with her?”

“Such a contrived plotline wouldn’t even be seen in a TV series.”

There was a hint of sadness hidden beneath Harry Lambert’s playful words.

Molly’s lips parted slightly as her head buzzed.

She thought of Joshua Thompson’s attitude towards her, as well as Gillian and Damian’s attitude.

Everything suddenly made sense.

No wonder Damian asked who the handkerchief belonged to.

Seeing Harry’s helpless expression, she slowly found her voice: “So what if it’s our DNA test results? Did you get the outcome? Is there a high match between Daniel Thompson’s DNA and mine?”

“l can’t get the results. The hospital won’t give it to me, and their hacker-proof system is very strict. I can’t get in.” Harry Lambert concentrated for a while and said, “Why don’t you ask No. 5 to hack into the hospital’s system to check for you?”

“No need.” Her heart raced, the anxiety making her head dizzy. If she hadn’t bitten down hard on her lip just now, she probably would have fainted already.

“Why not?”

“Life isn’t that absurd. I’m not Daniel Thompson’s daughter.”

She lowered her eyes and gave a sarcastic smile.

Life had given her hope and despair.

She didn’t dare to touch such a dream anymore.

Seeing her indifferent look, a trace of heartache crossed Harry Lambert’s smiling face.

What did she go through in these three years of being married to Michael Gallagher?

It didn’t matter if she didn’t want to investigate; he would do it. He would help her get back everything that belonged to her..