I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Trash Talk

“Thank you,” Victoria said, her confidence restored after picking up on Jackson’s hint. She left cheerfully

After seeing Victoria off, Jackson headed to Easton’s office before dealing with her request.

“Mr. Hudson, 1 should he began, only to be met with a cold, sharp glance from Easton

“Whatever Victoria asked you to do, no matter the cost, just get it done, Easton instructed, massaging his slightly swellen temples. Anything involving her that can be solved with money doesn’t need to be reported to me

Victoria’s requests, invariably solvable with money, leh Easton increasingly irritable, he was already in a foul mood. The dimming sunlight outside his window reminded him that evening was approaching, which only added to his annoyance

These past two days at the Azure Estate, alter he had ordered the servants to dispose of Ellis’s belongings, the bedroom felt large and empty, as unfamiliar as uncharted territory, making him severely uncomfortable.

Plagued by insomnia for two nights, he wondered if he’d manage any sleep tonight. The thought made him want to do

othing, see no one, hear nothing, and just be alone in the silence

Jackson felt the intense displeasure radiating from Easton and instinctively stepped bark, lowering his head. “Yes, Mr.

Hudson

He left the office quickly. Once the door was closer, Jackson puzzled over the situation. Victoria had just visited; shouldn’t he be happy! Why did it seem like he was on the verge of exploding

Unable to determine the reason, Jackson inll his subordinates to stop anyone else from disturbing Kavion, Given his current mood, anyone who went in there would be unlucky, and it could even backfire on him

Hack in his solitary space, Easton tried to force himself to focus on work. He opened a business proposal that his staff had just submitted, but he couldn’t even process a single punctuation mark.

As he set the proposal asale, his gaze maintentionally fell on the wedding ring on his right hand’s ring finger, causing his brows to furrow. Hoce lome had it been since Ellis had asked for a divorcet it by am I will wearing this ring?

Moreover, he had always thought the ring was ugly and had never wanted to wear it, but Ellis had thrown several lits until he relented, wearing it as a symbol of marriage, declaring her claim over him to the world.

“It’s hideous” Noticing it now, he swiftly took it off and threw it into the trash can.

Despite working late until 11 PM the previous day, Jackson arrived at the office early the next morning, fresh as ever. But as soon as he stepped through the company’s main entrance, he sensed something unusual–a peculiar vibe. Observing his. colleagues, he noticed an air of unease among