Chapter 367 Wifey, My Ass

Morty’s provocation was practically out in the open, and Easton wasn’t about to let it slide. He shot him a cold glance. “You seem awfully idle lately. Want your uncle to give you more to do?”

“I’m almost thirty. Is your memory stuck in my teenage years? My uncle can’t control me anymore,” Morty replied with a faint smile. Morty knew exactly what Easton was trying to do—using his uncle to pressure him. It wasn’t going to work.

Ellis had no interest in the undercurrent between the two men. One wanted her to be his girlfriend; the other wanted her to remarry him, and neither had ever stopped to ask what she wanted. If every man on earth died out and only these two were left, she still wouldn’t pick either of them.

So she turned and walked off, leaving the two of them behind. She returned to Maxwell’s side and resumed her proper place as his assistant. Easton wasn’t surprised to see her leave. But when she stood next to another man, her posture confident and natural, his expression darkened.

She’d just come back from a trip. She’d made it clear she didn’t like Morty and had no one in her heart. So why was she suddenly standing so close to someone else?

Just as he was about to follow her, Morty spoke with a smirk, “You’ve tried everything and Ellis still won’t remarry you. Ever think the problem might be you?”

Easton’s face turned cold, his voice low. “You looking to die?”

Morty didn’t respond. He just took a few steps back—not out of fear, just because it wasn’t worth the energy to argue. He had no regrets. Getting punched by Easton, having his uncle disapprove—it didn’t matter. He’d liked Ellis for years. He was tired of hiding it.

Ever since Easton moved into Serenity Estate and became her upstairs neighbor, Morty had held back. He didn’t want to crowd her. Let her get fed up with Easton completely. When the time was right, he’d try again. Compared to Easton’s constant pestering, his approach would seem gentle and respectful. Letting Easton burn himself out would only make Morty look better by comparison.

Easton didn’t see Morty’s retreat as a win. As long as Ellis didn’t like Morty or get too close to him, Morty wasn’t a real threat. Just an ex-friend he no longer had patience for. His eyes tracked Ellis, and he walked over slowly. He was like a damn ghost—never going away. Ellis tamped down the rising disgust in her chest and kept her expression neutral.

Apparently, Easton knew the man Maxwell was talking to. He glanced over and asked, “Who’s this?”

The man smiled and introduced them. “Mr. Hudson, this is Mr. Maxwell of the Fox Group. One of the Fox family’s sons. Just came back from overseas not long ago.”

The moment he finished talking, Ellis felt a shift in the air. Easton’s look at Maxwell wasn’t friendly—there was a sharpness to it, something close to dislike. It felt like there was history, or maybe just instant rivalry. Maxwell noticed too.

Wanting to fully take over his family’s empire meant more than just capability—connections mattered. He didn’t know Easton personally, but now was as good a time as any. He offered his hand. “Mr. Hudson. Pleasure to meet you.”

Before Easton shook it, he said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, “Wifey, why didn’t you introduce Mr. Maxwell? Gonna let someone else do the honors?”

That one word landed like a grenade. The name she had once begged him to use. He never did. And now, after they were divorced, in public, in front of all these people—he used it? Her lips parted slightly in disbelief. This shameless bastard.

If he didn’t care about his own pride, fine. But she still had hers. She clenched her fists but kept her voice sweet as honey. “Easton, are you confused again? Still calling me ‘wifey’ by accident? You really should fix that habit. I’m your ex-wife now.”

She said it with a calm smile, her tone gentle, as if it were nothing but a polite correction. To everyone else, she looked gracious, maybe even a little amused.

I swear to God, if he pulls that crap again, I’ll break his face. A few people nearby exchanged knowing glances but said nothing. Just blinked like they’d caught onto something unspoken.