Chapter 234: Unexpected Confrontation

This place was clearly a hub for office workers. Is Morty sure about bringing me here to find Victoria?

Hearing this, Morty looked down at Ellis, his face showing curiosity. “She’s here,” he said after a pause. “Her company leases space here.”

Victoria was from a wealthy family; it wasn’t like she needed to work for someone else. Did Morty mean that Victoria owned a company? Are we walking into enemy territory? And without the police, what was Morty thinking?

Ellis’s eyes filled with suspicion as she tilted her head slightly, sizing up Morty. Her expressive eyes almost seemed to speak. From Morty’s perspective, it was as if her face was asking, “What are you up to?”

He explained, “I don’t mean you any harm.”

Harmful or not, Ellis hadn’t noticed any. But Morty’s actions were becoming increasingly opaque, like a thick fog. What was he hiding behind that fog?

As they reached the floor, Morty stepped out of the elevator first and led the way. Approaching Victoria’s company, Ellis felt a twinge of hesitation. She didn’t fully trust Morty and was a bit worried he might stab her in the back.

Finally, looking into Morty’s clear eyes, she decided to go in. Morty seemed like a regular here; no one stopped him, and he moved about freely. Thus, they smoothly made their way to an office door. The door plaque of the boss’s office was quite conspicuous; she figured Victoria had to be inside.

Morty didn’t knock; he just pushed the door open. At that moment, Victoria was leisurely leaning back in her chair, thinking of the slap she had received and the one she had returned to Ellis today, and considering the other troubles Ellis faced. Victoria’s mood was greatly uplifted, a break from her recent gloom as she awaited feedback.

However, the office door opened without her permission. Victoria immediately sat up straight and looked toward the door. Morty and Ellis were standing there! Ellis’s left cheek was swollen, her appearance a bit disheveled. Victoria hadn’t anticipated that Morty would bring Ellis to her.

Seeing Ellis in such a sorry and almost comical state, Victoria couldn’t even revel in her surprise before Morty stepped up to her. “Victoria, stand up!”

Morty’s approach was fierce, giving Victoria an ominous feeling. But sitting down made her feel at a disadvantage, so she stood up, tilting her chin up proudly, “Mr…”

She barely started speaking when a blur of motion crossed her vision. Then came a slap, resounding through the room. In an instant, Victoria was stunned, and so was Ellis.

Morty said he was bringing her to find Victoria, and Ellis had thought it was to inform her of Victoria’s whereabouts so she could call the police on Victoria. She never expected that upon seeing Victoria, Morty would slap her without a word.

Is this an illusion? Ellis blinked several times in shock. The pain spread quickly, and Victoria, astounded, covered her face, unable to believe Morty had hit her.

Chapter 234: Unexpected Confrontation

Then, she angrily demanded, “Morty, are you hitting me over some floozy?”

“I warned you not to hire people to beat up Ellis,” Morty said, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his hand that had struck Victoria. “You didn’t listen; don’t blame me for being rude.”

Throughout her life, Victoria had been slapped twice. Once by Ellis, and now by Morty, both because of Ellis.

Unable to contain her anger, Victoria dropped her hand from her face and charged at Ellis. Her target was Ellis’s hair, then her face. As the threat neared, Ellis didn’t just stand there to be attacked. She stepped back, dodging, and Morty easily stepped in front of her, stopping Victoria.

A month ago, Morty had realized he liked Ellis, but Victoria couldn’t fathom his affection reaching such an extent that he’d turn on her and slap her for Ellis’s sake.

Now blocked again by Morty, old grievances and new anger combined, Victoria lost her cool and screamed, “I won’t let this tramp Ellis get away with this! Morty, you and your thing for used wenches won’t end well either!”

Ellis was utterly confused. The term Victoria had just used was strange enough. What wench? Hearing about worn-out wenches again, she couldn’t help but wonder. Am I being called a worn-out wench? Why is she considered such? Why would Victoria insult me like that? And why is Morty being accused of messing with worn-out wenches?

Victoria’s erratic yelling and behavior were like those of someone mentally unstable in the midst of an episode. Morty held her back, finding it somewhat amusing. “Worn-out wenches isn’t the term you should use for your own gender. Before you insult us, you might want to worry about your own situation.”

Glancing around the office, his eyes finally rested on the chair Victoria had just vacated. “Your company was pulled up by Easton’s charity efforts. Without Easton’s help, your company would be near bankruptcy, and the Brooks family’s downfall is coming as fast as a rollercoaster ride. You can’t last much longer in high society. What makes you think I won’t end well?”