Chapter 122: Booze and Bad News

Ellis, feeling watched, opted not to lie down and instead sat on the sofa, idly fiddling with something nearby. Then, with a complete lack of tact, that scumbag Easton sat down next to her. She immediately turned away, finding even a glance at him unbearable.

“I’ve got news for you. I wasn’t planning on staying here, but since you’re not cooperating, I’ll have to live with you from now on,” Easton scanned the room, his gaze lingering on the ceiling. “To prevent you from doing anything reckless, we need to install a few surveillance cameras in this room.”

Ellis’s eyes widened in shock, turning to face that scumbag head-on. He wasn’t joking at all; he was dead serious and intent on making it happen.

“What kind of twisted freak are you? Setting up cameras, really?”

Before, she was under the constant watch of many eyes in this house, but once she closed her room door, she was unobserved. Now, with Easton’s sick upgrade, her every move would be monitored around the clock; just the thought of it was driving her insane.

“I’m not a freak. You’ve brought this on yourself, so don’t blame me.”

Ellis could swear she had never met anyone as shamelessly brazen as that scumbag in her entire life.

“Do as I’ve instructed.”

After ordering the butler, Easton stood up and said to Ellis, “Try to behave yourself.”

Listening to that scumbag’s tone, she felt like a real convict! Ellis, furious, also stood up and grabbed Easton’s tie.

“I’m not your prisoner, and if you dare monitor me the whole day, I’ll make you regret it!”

“So, what do you suggest?” Easton threw the question back at her.

“What do you mean, what do I suggest? I haven’t done anything wrong; you’re the freak!” Ellis racked her brain, unable to understand why she hadn’t seen this creepy potential in that scumbag before. Everything he had done lately was abnormal, something only a unique freak would do.

Scanning Ellis from head to toe, Easton effortlessly removed her hand from his tie.

“At least show me some sign of remorse. Start with improving your manners—stop cursing at me and calling me awful names. You can call me by my name or ‘husband.’”

Maybe it was habit, but he suddenly missed how she used to clingingly call him ‘husband.’

“You’re absolutely infuriating!” Ellis found the latter part of what that scumbag said nauseating, feeling a strong urge to vomit. “How I address people is my business, and you don’t have to respond!”

Easton left without a word. Ellis really wanted to rush up and beat him, but she restrained herself. The familiar faces of two bodyguards stood at the door, able to stop her, and that scumbag had even ordered one of the female bodyguards to stay in the room to watch her. Surveying her suffocating surroundings, she was on the brink of madness.

That night, in a private booth at the Relovia Lounge, a man sat at the center, casually sipping his drink and occasionally glancing at his phone with a focused expression, piquing the curiosity of those around him who wondered what he was looking at on his phone.

Someone teased, “Mr. Hudson, you’re such a busy man, and it’s rare for you to hang out with us. Victoria is here too; why do you keep checking your phone? Is there something magical hidden in there?”

The question everyone wanted to ask was finally voiced, and both Victoria and Morty simultaneously looked at Easton’s phone.

“Do you want to see my phone?” Easton slowly lifted his eyes, surveying the person who asked.

It was just a casual question; no one dared to actually look at Easton’s phone. Hearing his response, the questioner quickly went back to drinking their drink, not daring to make a peep.

“Easton, he won’t look, but I will!” Victoria smiled lightly, pretending to lean forward, giving him an out.

Just as she made the gesture, Easton swiftly put away his phone, his eyes sharply sweeping over her with a warning.

Victoria paused. A warning from Easton? Then, she remembered the slap she received from Ellis at Hudson Group. Knowing she had been hit by Ellis and that Easton hadn’t said a word about getting justice for her, nor hinted at letting her retaliate, was far from what she had expected. Days had passed since Easton last saw her, and he hadn’t even asked if her face had healed. Tonight, he was constantly watching his phone, guarding against anyone else seeing it. Her confidence, once almost certain, had been somewhat shaken by Easton’s recent behavior. She looked helplessly at Morty for support.

“Easton, we—”

“Shut up!” Easton’s cold gaze swept over Morty.

Since Morty had given him the feeling of sowing discord, and Morty had been too talkative, spreading rumors about him and Ellis’s divorce, Easton had developed a strong dislike for him, a feeling that wasn’t going away anytime soon. He didn’t want to hear Morty’s chatter, and letting him stay was only due to their old friendship. His commanding and very displeased remark left the booth in silence and awkwardness.