“The house is filthy, and so are you. I don’t want to live in a dump and have to see your trashy face!” Ellis snapped, trying to yank her hand away. When she couldn’t free herself from the scumbag’s grip, she resorted to scratching the back of his hand. “Let go!”
Despite Ellis scratching harder, Easton’s lips curled slightly. “I have plenty of houses. If you don’t like that one, we can switch. But for now, I’m not indulging you; without some discipline, you’ll never learn.”
Considering the scumbag’s wealth, it was certain he owned numerous properties. The thought of being confined to any of them and losing her freedom was unbearable for Ellis.
“You scum…”
It seemed she couldn’t physically hurt the scumbag, so she resorted to hurling insults to vent her frustration.
Before she could spit out another word, the scumbag clamped his hand over her mouth again and, repeating his earlier maneuver, scooped her up. He strode out of the hospital and shoved her into the car; the whole process smooth and practiced.
As the car started, an iPad was transferred from the scumbag’s hands to hers. He said, as if bestowing alms, “These are all my properties. Pick one. Whichever you like, we’ll live in.”
“Pick your grandpa!” Ellis tossed the iPad aside.
“Then I’ll choose.” Easton picked up the iPad, scrolling through images and information of all his properties. Under her scornful gaze, he selected a house closest to their marital home.
Seeing the scumbag’s cunning moves left Ellis speechless. How can anyone be so repulsive? Refusing to divorce, constantly degrading me, and still dreaming of controlling my freedom. We are like an ancient emperor and a servant: the emperor can decide the servant’s fate on a whim.
The car slowed, signaling they were nearing the house where she would be confined. Pointing angrily at the scumbag’s nose, she shouted, “You psycho, you’re breaking the law! You’re unlawfully imprisoning me!”
“Hmm, unlawful imprisonment.” Easton raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, his tone dripping with carelessness and arrogance. “Go ahead and sue me. Let’s see who dares to take up your case, which lawyer is foolish enough to challenge me.”
Realizing she was no match for the scumbag in terms of power, and remembering the Hudson Group’s lawsuit against her demanding 4.2 million dollars, Ellis felt a murderous rage.
“You psycho, one day you’ll fall from your high clouds into the mire and taste all the sufferings of the world!” For now, she was powerless against the scumbag, but she was sure his downfall was coming.
“Fall into your mire?” Easton scoffed, “Maybe in the next life. For now, stop dreaming.”
As the divider lowered, the driver glanced through the rearview mirror, his voice timid, “Sir, Mrs. Hudson, we’ve arrived at Dynasty Estate.”
Controlled by the scumbag’s every move, Ellis felt a primal urge to resist, yet she was powerless against his sheer force. The moment she was pulled from the car, she wished she could just disappear into thin air.
Entering Dynasty Estate, she recognized several familiar faces; the butler and servants were obviously transferred from their marital home. She couldn’t understand what bind of… (The text cuts off abruptly here).