CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: NATHANIEL GALLAGHER, YOU’RE TOO DEVIOUS

Boarded the plane.

Josephine Thompson sat down in the first-class cabin.

The flight would take more than two hours.

She lay down, trying to sleep for a while, but her heart was turbulent and restless.

Four years of marriage, neither too long nor too short.

To be honest, Nathaniel Gallagher treated her fairly well normally. Moreover, he is a man of depth and charm. Any woman living with him would fall in love with him.

But all this happiness is merely an illusion.

She couldn’t figure him out or see through him, not knowing what he was thinking.

She was now 100% sure that Henry Gallagher was not her biological child. But she couldn’t understand why he would do this?

"Who is Henny’s biological mother? Could it really be Vivian Shaw?"

Thinking about it, it’s quite possible!

Henry Gallagher’s features are similar to Vivian Shaw’s, especially his phoenix eyes and slightly upturned nose. Not exactly like peas in a pod, but there’s at least a fifty to sixty percent resemblance.

Thinking of this, Josephine Thompson’s heart twisted painfully, almost suffocating her.

She had endured so much during nine months of pregnancy, and the child she gave birth to was not her own flesh and blood!

If she were fragile, she would’ve gone completely insane by now.

"Nathaniel Gallagher... you are truly insidious."

A chill of disgust surrounded her. She didn’t want to malignantly speculate about her husband of four years. The darkness of human nature, unbearable to behold.

She was an orphan of the Thornton Family.

In outsiders’ eyes, she was probably a massive piece of tempting meat. Those wanting to seize the Thornton fortune might line up all the way to Silmara. When she married, since Nathaniel Gallagher was wealthier, she thought he wouldn’t covet her money.

But now, thinking back, the Thornton Family’s assets were in the billions, not millions.

Who would ever find money excessive?

"...Forget it, just consider these four years as if I’ve served a big jail sentence. Revenge and pursuit have no meaning left—mutual destruction is even less worth it. Now, what’s important is to cut losses in time, settle quickly, and leave."

Josephine Thompson swallowed her anger forcibly, beginning to pull out exhibition materials, redirecting her focus forcefully.

3:30 in the afternoon.

She reached Northwood.

After getting off the plane, a private car picked her up.

...

On Nathaniel Gallagher’s side.

He had already sent people to track Josephine Thompson throughout.

Hackers had also opened up the Skynet tracking system to find her latest location.

"Did you find out the lady’s whereabouts?" Nathaniel Gallagher asked impatiently, continuously urging for results.

The hacker and subordinates were tense, not daring to delay for even a second, "President Gallagher, we have basically pinpointed the lady’s current location."

"Where is it?"

"At a private manor villa on the outskirts of Northwood."

After speaking, the hacker sent the villa’s location to him.

Nathaniel Gallagher frowned, immediately checking the location, "What is she doing there?"

"President, it seems there is a training session being held there. Outsiders can’t enter, and the security system around the manor is very high."

"What training session?" Nathaniel Gallagher’s eyebrows knitted.

Martin meticulously reported the investigation results over the past few days, "On the 8th of next month, Northwood Museum plans to hold an artifact exhibition in Caldwen. This exhibition is reported to feature over a hundred items. The lady is an invited guest and will serve as an artifact explainer."

"And for the first day of the seven-day exhibition, apart from foreign dignitaries, there will be a top domestic experts group."

Nathaniel Gallagher listened, his restless heart slightly calming, "Oh~, so that’s it."

Since she was working, he felt reassured.

He also knew that she loved her work very much. And he supported it, thinking her work was very meaningful.

"Yes, President, do you need us to continue investigating?"

"...No need, let her work in peace, don’t disturb her for now."

"Understood."

Nathaniel Gallagher breathed a sigh of relief, waving his hand for his subordinates to leave.

It’d be good for both of them to calm down a bit.

Once this exhibition was over, he would properly coax her.

"We’ll head out then!" The special assistant and hacker sighed in relief, quickly leaving the office.

President Gallagher was extremely hard to please, making them feel as if they were alongside a tiger.

After his subordinates left.

Nathaniel Gallagher lit a cigarette, casually checked the time.

Today was already the end of August.

The past few days, Vivian Shaw seemed very quiet, not sticking to him anymore.

However, he still decided to send her abroad as soon as possible.

"Beep beep beep..."

Nathaniel Gallagher dialed Vivian Shaw’s number, wanting to ask her about her plans and whether she had packed her luggage.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

"Why isn’t this girl answering the phone?"

[Vivian, where are you? Your brother wants to have dinner with you tonight.]

He sent her a WeChat message next.

Under normal circumstances, anytime he called she would answer immediately. She would send him a lot of messages all day, but she hadn’t sent him a single one for days now.

Half an hour later.

Vivian Shaw still hadn’t responded.

Nathaniel Gallagher frowned even more, wondering, "What’s going on?"

He tried calling again, still no answer.

"Could something have happened to Vivian?"

Feeling uneasy, he grabbed his car keys, planning to check her place.

He had previously given her a 500-square-meter flat as a graduation gift. The place was a top-tier luxury apartment in Downtown Audenburg—The Pinnacle.

...

Half an hour later.

Nathaniel Gallagher drove to The Pinnacle.

On the way, he called her twice more, but still, no one answered.

"Ding dong ding dong—"

After arriving at her door, Nathaniel Gallagher rang the doorbell.

"Vivian, are you home?"

He kept ringing the doorbell for a long time.

Finally, Vivian Shaw came to open the door.

She looked extremely haggard, her hair disheveled, dark circles under her eyes. Her face was sallow, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Seeing Nathaniel Gallagher, Vivian Shaw’s nose tingled, and tears immediately began to fall, "...Brother, why are you here?"

Nathaniel Gallagher was startled, asking with concern, "Vivian, what’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you sick?"

"..." Vivian Shaw trembled all over, biting her thin lower lip, choking with sobs.

That night.

It was a twist of fate. He didn’t drink the bowl of chicken soup, instead, it resulted in both her and Mrs. Gallagher drinking it. Which led to both of them suffering, Mrs. Gallagher was alright, after all, being older without a husband, even if she played around with a male model, it wouldn’t matter.

And she slept with that bodyguard.

When she came to her senses, she felt like the sky had fallen.

Seeing her pitiful appearance as she cried, Nathaniel Gallagher became even more worried, "What happened? What’s wrong? Did someone bully you? Tell your brother, and I’ll make it right for you!"

Vivian Shaw heard this and plunged into his arms, holding him tightly and crying bitterly.

"What on earth happened? Quickly, tell me!"

"Sob...it’s nothing..." Vivian cried in deep sorrow but dared not tell the truth.

Her brother was already unwilling to accept her.

If he knew she had slept with a lowly bodyguard, he might resent her even more and never want her again.

Nathaniel Gallagher became anxious at her crying, hugging her shoulders to comfort her, "What happened?"

"Don’t make your brother worry, even if the sky collapses, I can hold it up for you. Just tell me what’s wrong?"

Pressed by his questions, Vivian could only lie, "Nothing... nothing... I just... I just feel sad thinking about going abroad and not being able to see you for so long."

Nathaniel Gallagher laughed and patted her shoulder, "Don’t cry anymore. If you miss me, you can always come back and see me. When I have time, I’ll come to see you too!"

"...Sob!" Vivian hugged his waist tightly, crying like a little child in need of protection.

"Okay, okay, stop crying, go wash your face, and your brother will take you out to eat. Then, if you need anything, I’ll take you to buy it."

Vivian choked back her tears, nodded in agreement.

Going abroad for a while was probably the best choice!

After all, after what had happened, she needed some time to calm down. Moreover, she feared the bodyguard might reveal what had happened.

"Be good, go change your clothes!" Nathaniel Gallagher pushed her into the room.

Vivian cried a bit longer before going to the bathroom to wash and bathe, then changed her clothes.

Having done all this,

Nathaniel Gallagher took her out for a meal and bought her some luxury clothes and other items.

After the meal, he sent her back home. He also booked her a plane ticket, wanting to persuade her to go abroad soon.

...

The next day.

The internet blew up.

[Nathaniel Gallagher and Josephine Thompson’s marriage falls apart, the powerful alliance ends in rupture]

[Nathaniel Gallagher suspected of keeping a mistress, spends two hours at her home at night]

[Nurtured lover, Nathaniel Gallagher suspected of cheating with his adopted sister]

Photos of Nathaniel Gallagher and Vivian Shaw hugging at home and dining at a restaurant were taken and posted online.

This explosive news directly crashed the internet.

Netizens were shocked to the core, overwhelmed by the flood of trending searches.

"Oh my God, oh my God, Nathaniel Gallagher is divorcing Josephine Thompson. Gosh, this mistress doesn’t look that special! What tricks did she use to oust the lawful wife?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, worthy of being Audenburg’s best mistress, looking like that and still managing to be Nathaniel Gallagher’s lover. Compared to her, I feel like I could make it too!"

"I heard this mistress grew up in the Gallagher Family, she’s a nurtured lover, you guys don’t understand the joy of nurturing."

Sneakily taken photos.

Vivian Shaw happened to look disheveled and haggard. Moreover, because they were taken secretly, her expressions were grotesquely twisted, not a single photogenic shot.

Of course, her real appearance was still pure and gentle, looking lovely and pitiful. However, she was too petite, with a delicate appearance, naturally not as striking as Josephine Thompson’s voluptuous beauty.

...

When Nathaniel Gallagher woke up,

he saw the overwhelming amount of trending searches and news, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

It must be known that he was a top tycoon in Audenburg.

Any negative news about him couldn’t easily be published. Those that could were only released with his consent.

But this time, the scandal about the marital breakup exploded online like a bomb, without any warning.

It was evident someone was deliberately targeting him.

Nathaniel Gallagher was furious, "Are the legal team just eating crap?"

Martin and Andy, among others, were also panic-stricken, "President Gallagher, our legal team is already contacting various websites to suppress the hot topics, and the PR team is actively working on image management."

"But find a way to quickly suppress the heat. Send legal letters to all these sites posting the news."

"Understood, President Gallagher."

Nathaniel Gallagher was furious, it was the first time such a major scandal about him broke online.

What worried him more was that

Josephine Thompson wanted a divorce because of Vivian Shaw. If she saw the news, he would have no way to clear his name.

"Damn it, find out who’s pulling the strings behind this."

"It’s already being investigated, results will come soon."

Listening to this, Nathaniel Gallagher’s temples throbbed, his fingers clenching tightly.

Anyone daring to oppose him openly might not be easy to deal with.

In any case, he would make the person pay a heavy price.

...

Meanwhile, in Northwood.

Josephine Thompson got up early, focusing on researching the artifact explanation script with her staff.

What puzzled her was.

Everyone looked at her strangely today, each with a hesitant expression.

"Uh, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the explanation script?"

One of the staff looked at her sympathetically, "Miss Thompson, haven’t you seen the news this morning?"

"Oh, I haven’t had a chance to look at my phone yet. What happened? Did something happen?"

"Haha, it’s nothing, it’s nothing, let’s continue revising the script."

"..." Josephine felt something was amiss, convinced something had happened.

Immediately.

She took out her phone and stepped out of the training room.

As soon as she turned it on, a series of messages popped up.

Several trending searches automatically appeared on the screen.

[Nathaniel Gallagher and Josephine Thompson’s marital breakup confirmed, they’ve officially separated]

[Nurtured lover coming on strong, Audenburg’s top socialite is no match]

[Nathaniel Gallagher’s infidelity confirmed, spends night at secretary’s home]

Boom.

Josephine Thompson’s mind blazed, reflexively opening the photo of Nathaniel Gallagher and Vivian Shaw holding each other tightly.

In the photo, Vivian wore a thin nightgown, looking pitifully coy in his arms.

Anyone who saw it would think they spent the night together.

She opened a social media app.

The flood of push notifications was all about the scandal between Nathaniel Gallagher and Vivian Shaw. Staring at the screen showing the two embracing, her fingertips trembled slightly, her throat choked with something, a sour feeling spreading instantly.

Even though she had resolved to break ties with Nathaniel Gallagher, seeing these images stabbed her all the same.

"Haha, so... couldn’t wait, huh?"

"Couldn’t you wait until after the divorce to announce it openly? Did you have to humiliate me like this?"

Her heart ached, and she gave a few self-mocking laughs.

Then, she silently turned her phone face down on the table, trying to calm herself to continue working.

But those words and pictures wouldn’t leave her mind. She had wanted to part on civil terms, but now it seemed Nathaniel Gallagher and Vivian Shaw intended to grind her last bit of dignity underfoot.