I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166 Seeing Ellis Again

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“Right now, I’m your boss‘ business partner. From a professional standpoint, if you’re polite to me, I can put in a good word for you. It might get you a promotion and a raise.”

“Using my boss to pressure me? Are you crazy?”

“I’m not pressuring you. I’m just pointing out that being polite to me could be beneficial.

“And being impolite to you isn’t causing me any trouble either, is it?” Ellis said matter–of–factly. Up to this point, she hadn’t noticed any negative consequences from being blunt with Morty.

“That actually makes sense.” Morty glanced inside. “You’re just going to stand here? Your boss is in there.”

“Mind your own business.”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Why are you so nosy?” Ellis was getting impatient.

“I’m not nosy. You just look pitiful standing here all alone.” Morty glanced at the directory. “There’s a restaurant upstairs. I’m heading there for dinner. Wanna come? My treat.”

The banquet inside provided dinner, but only for those seated at the main event. Ellis had eaten something before coming, but it wasn’t enough to keep her full for long.

For a moment, she was tempted by Morty’s suggestion. But then, she found it odd.

She and Morty never got along. Why is he suddenly acting so nice to me?

Gone was his usual sarcastic and insufferable attitude. Now, he was speaking to her with surprising courtesy. Since when had their relationship improved enough for him to invite her to dinner?

“I’m afraid you’ll poison my food,” she said half–jokingly.

“Whatever.” Morty turned and walked into the banquet hall.

Ellis remained where she was, hesitating.

In the end, she texted Lois, came up with an excuse, and slipped away to head home.

There was an air of disinterest about Easton, as if he found the event utterly dull. Taylor thought she was imagining things, but the next moment, he stood up and made his way toward the exit. That confirmed it; he was about to leave.

She quickly followed, contacting the driver to prepare the car.

Just then, a young man approached, chuckling softly before speaking to him, “Easton.”

Taylor tried to figure out who this person was, but Easton didn’t even spare him a glance. He walked past him as if he were invisible.

The young man was Morty. But Easton’s complete disregard didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest. Morty simply continued on his way, glancing in the direction where Ellis had been standing moments ago.

She was gone. Either she had moved elsewhere or had left entirely.

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A familiar figure stood by the roadside. Easton’s gaze flickered, and a subtle, nearly imperceptible trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It was Ellis. She’s here too?