Chapter 432: Chapter 429: Give Up on “W”
Upon Molly’s reminder, Harry Lambert and Michael Gallagher noticed that everyone around them was looking at them.

Although some things were already public and both of them were not afraid of being discussed by others, being watched like this made anyone feel uncomfortable.

Michael Gallagher and Harry Lambert exchanged glances and silently headed towards the second floor.

As soon as the two went upstairs, the celebrities upstairs returned to their rooms.

In the private room, Harry Lambert and Michael Gallagher sat facing each other.

“Both sides are busy, so let me get straight to the point.” Harry Lambert leaned back in the boss’s chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, “Give up on ‘W’, you could’ve taken over when your father was still around, but this organization doesn’t belong to you now. Fighting for it will only embarrass you. It’s better to give up early.”

Michael Gallagher raised his eyebrows and tugged at the corner of his lips: “Thank you for your advice, Big Boss.”

Harry Lambert’s eyes flashed, and his palms tightened slightly.

That phrase “Big Boss” had already exposed his identity.

“As long as you give up, I can promise you any conditions on my end.” Harry Lambert took a deep breath, his expression calm.

If it weren’t for Molly’s feelings, he wouldn’t be speaking so humbly to Michael Gallagher.

If Michael Gallagher were to fight for “W”, he would not be able to beat Molly, but he would definitely hurt her feelings in the process.

A lose-lose situation is something Molly didn’t want to see, and neither did he.

“Any conditions? Including her?” Michael Gallagher gave a light laugh, his lips hooked up.

Harry Lambert frowned, silent.

“If you give her up, I can consider it.”

“And by giving up, you mean…?” Harry Lambert had a bad feeling about this.

“Exactly what you’re thinking.” Michael Gallagher squinted, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Harry Lambert froze, the gloss in his bright eyes faded.

Leave Molly?

He had thought about leaving her, but that kind of “leaving” meant being with her in a different identity.

Michael Gallagher’s meaning was to have him leave Molly forever.

A heart-wrenching pain spread from his heart, and Harry Lambert lowered his eyes, his palms trembling slightly.

“I’ll leave her, and you’ll give up ‘W’?” Harry Lambert raised his eyes, the light dimming, “As long as you give up, I’ll agree to this condition.”

Surprise spread across Michael Gallagher’s face.

He had thought that Harry Lambert’s feelings for Molly were deep, but he didn’t expect that his feelings for leading “W” were even deeper.

“I thought she was special to you.” Michael Gallagher sneered coldly, “I’ve overestimated you.”

Harry Lambert’s pupils trembled, and his head dropped slowly.

He had been with Molly for many years and would not allow anyone to threaten her position.

For Molly, he could do anything, even give up everything he had.

He had come fully prepared for this meeting with Michael Gallagher.

If Michael Gallagher continued to fight for “W”, he would reveal Molly’s true identity.

He didn’t expect Michael Gallagher to propose a different request.

No matter what the request, as long as it was beneficial to Molly, he would accept them all.

Seeing the painful struggle on Harry Lambert’s face, Michael Gallagher did not ask any further questions. When Lambert left, he was still lost in thought.

Now that he had decided to leave Molly, his identity as Big Boss could not be revealed.

Thinking of Molly’s and his plan, Lambert closed his eyes, covering the reluctant tears in his eyes.

He had imagined that the moment he revealed his identity would make his father proud, but in the end, he couldn’t fulfill this wish.

Inside a courtyard house somewhere downtown in Capital City, it was bustling and noisy.

A large screen was placed in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by several elderly people.

“Mr. Lambert, you brought us all this way just to watch this?”

“Mr. Lambert, if there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving first. My grandson is still waiting for me at home.”

“Yeah, Mr. Lambert, why did you call us here in the first place?”

…

A few old men gathered together, chattering back and forth, expressing their confusion about Albert Lambert’s urgent call to summon them.

Albert Lambert didn’t explain the reason on the phone, only saying that he had urgent business with them.

Although they were all in Capital City, the traffic was quite congested. For those nearby, it took about ten minutes to arrive, while those further away had to travel an hour or more.

“My dear old brothers, I’ve called you here so you can witness something,”

Albert Lambert glanced at his buddies and smiled triumphantly.

The children of these buddies were all highly accomplished and were regularly compared with his adopted son, Harry.

The sentence they said most often was: “Adoption doesn’t make them your own; blood relations make real family, and you’ve wasted your efforts.”

Initially, due to his understanding of Harry, he couldn’t believe Harry chose the path of the entertainment industry. Gradually, as these comments piled up, his face couldn’t take it anymore.

These people’s children were scientists, astronauts, and entrepreneurs. Only his Harry suddenly decided to become a celebrity and played some gender-ambiguous roles.

This made him both embarrassed and sad.

“By the way, you all know about the ‘W’ organization, right?”

Albert Lambert lit a cigarette, looked at his old buddies with satisfaction, and started puffing on it.

Hearing him mention “W”, the others exchanged glances, their faces puzzled.

Of course, they’d heard of this organization – it was a gathering of talented individuals, and it was very famous.

They had also tried to get their children into this place but couldn’t find the connections.

Or rather, the mysterious and high-threshold “W” wanted talented individuals, but not just anyone could enter.

“I’ve heard that the people in the organization are very wealthy and powerful. My grandson dreams of working there, but he never gets the chance to enter,” said a white-haired old man with regret. “Old Lambert, why are you suddenly mentioning this?”

Albert Lambert didn’t say a word but took a deep drag on his cigarette, smiling smugly, showing off his two gleaming gold teeth.

He never imagined that his grandson could enter an organization where even a highly reputed medical doctor couldn’t.

If Luminous Northern University was a place where Oriental students aspired to study, then “W” was where every job seeker wanted a chance to work.

The connections and financial resources of “W” spanned the entire country, and at any given company could very well include members of the organization.

People from “W” never lacked money or fame.

Presenting such a status alone could bring glory to one’s ancestors.

“Old Lambert, don’t keep us in suspense. Just say it. What’s the meaning behind all this?” an old man’s curiosity was piqued, and he couldn’t bear the itch in his heart.

Old Lambert was usually very reclusive, rarely participating in gatherings with his old classmates. Today, however, he had surprisingly invited them over, only to have them watch television in the courtyard.

This was not Old Lambert’s style.

Seeing that he’d kept them in suspense long enough, Albert Lambert stubbed out his cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, “In fact, Harry has been working in ‘W’ all along, and being a celebrity is just his other identity.”

“He came to me today, specifically asking me to tune into this channel, saying there’d be a live broadcast. After one look, I knew what his identity was.”

At this point, Albert Lambert couldn’t help but laugh: “How could I keep this good news to myself? I had to share it with my dear old brothers, haha!”

As they heard this, those seated exchanged looks, disbelief written all over their faces.

Harry, that beautiful celebrity, was actually employed within the “W” organization?

“Old Lambert, you didn’t even draft this tall tale properly! Your grandson, skipping classes as a student and only having good looks, how could he enter ‘W’? Don’t think we’re senile just because we’re old; this kind of tale could deceive my grandson, but it’s pointless to deceive us.”

“Yeah, Old Lambert, has your Harry been so stressed lately that he started lying to you like this?”

…

The old heads chatted away, one after another, expressing their disbelief.

Albert Lambert didn’t get upset; he knew that they wouldn’t believe him because, in their eyes, Harry had always been a frivolous, outwardly attractive but empty showpiece.

Only he knew how formidable his grandson was.

That’s why he had been so angry and disappointed when Harry chose to enter the entertainment industry.

A skilled person like him shouldn’t have taken that path.

His grandson should have had more possibilities.

Now, such a possibility had emerged.

As he saw the disbelief on his old buddies’ faces, Albert Lambert couldn’t help but keep smiling.

The more they didn’t believe it, the more enjoyable it’d be when they were proven wrong later.

He couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when they finally recognized the truth.