Chapter 151: Not His Wife Anymore
Ellis and Easton had divorced, rendering Victoria useless.
“Easton told you he divorced Ellis?” he asked.
“He told me last week, but he blew up at me today, so I thought they hadn’t split,” Victoria figured, planning to immediately start spreading the news that Ellis was no longer his wife and that she was soon to be the legitimate new one.
“You knew last week and didn’t share the info with me?”
“I’ve been as busy with work as you, I just forgot,” she lied. In reality, he was just too lazy to inform Victoria, unable to discern whether her busyness was genuine or not. Changing the subject, Morty said, “I need to step out soon to meet a business partner.” His message was clear—Victoria needed to take the hint and leave.
Victoria caught the subtext but stayed put, puzzled. “What does Ellis have that makes her think she’s some kind of fairy… unattainable by mere mortals? Why would she initiate the divorce? What’s she after?”
Morty’s gaze fixated on Victoria’s heavily made-up face. “Don’t know what Ellis is after, but to be fair, she’s prettier than you.”
Victoria glared at Morty, incredulous that he’d suggest Ellis was more attractive. “Am I your childhood friend, or is Ellis?”
Morty, feigning deafness, looked away. He dialed Lois’s number, ignoring Victoria completely. “Hello, Madam Lois, have you left yet?”
As Morty focused on his call, Victoria, refusing to wait for him to finish, left angrily. Morty continued his conversation, oblivious to when she departed.
After hanging up, he scanned his surroundings, raised an eyebrow, and then drove to the Tare Group. Meeting at an entertainment venue was less appealing than discussing matters at Tate Group.
Upon his arrival, a staff member escorted him upstairs. It wasn’t a one-on-one meeting; both teams were present. In the conference room, representatives from both companies sat across from each other, engaging in discussion. Among them was Ellis, from the Tate Group. Lois had agreed not to let her interface with Nexus Group, but she remained Lois’s secretary, tasked with documenting important meetings. Thus, she inevitably had some contact with Morty. Although it was merely eye contact, she found his hypocritical demeanor both amusing and ridiculous. She struggled to keep from laughing, needing to maintain her professionalism.
As the meeting concluded, Ellis was busy saving the meeting records and packing up. Then, someone spoke up. “Doesn’t Ms. Harper use WhatsApp?”
She instinctively looked up to see who it was. It was Morty, asking her politely yet eerily. What kind of creep was Morty? He had appointed her as the liaison deliberately, to trouble her. He had added her on WhatsApp, clearly with bad intentions. Why would I accept his friend request? To annoy myself?
With the meeting over, people relaxed their focus a bit.
Chapter 151: Not His Wife Anymore
The people from Tate Group alternated their glances between Morty and Ellis, curious about their relationship and why Morty would ask such a question publicly, especially since WhatsApp was the mainstream communication app in the country and hardly anyone didn’t use it.
Faced with Morty’s inquiry, Ellis was annoyed briefly before replying coolly, “Mr. Morty, are you meeting me for the first time today?”
“Of course not! I’ve known you for about six or seven years,” Morty paused. “After knowing each other for so long, you wouldn’t accept my WhatsApp request? We’re practically old friends.”
Disgusting. How am I even remotely his old friend?
Ellis suppressed the nausea rising in her throat, glanced at the curious and gossipy expressions around her, and said flatly, “I didn’t receive your friend request, Mr. Morty. Maybe you’re the forgetful one, or perhaps it’s early-onset dementia, blaming me for not accepting when you added the wrong person.”
“Oh,” Morty drew out the word, a hint of mockery in his tone. No one had seen such a spectacle before, and they restrained themselves from acting like flies on honey, crazily eager for gossip, to avoid their boss’s displeasure.
Suddenly the center of gossip, Ellis gathered her office supplies, ready to follow Lois out of the room, away from Morty, the jerk. But Morty wasn’t done yet. He fiddled with his phone and asked, “Ms. Harper, I searched your phone number and couldn’t find your WhatsApp. Did you turn off your discovery settings!”
Ellis was utterly speechless. Could the happiness of her post-divorce life last a bit longer? Just yesterday, Jackson had shown up late at night to disgust her, and today Morty continued. What have I done to deserve this?