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I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 152

Summary for Chapter Ch 152: I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex

Chapter Summary: Chapter Ch 152 – I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex by Free Collection

In Chapter Ch 152, a key moment in the Internet novel I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex, Free Collection delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.

Chapter 152 The Unwanted Invitation.

Yeah, I nimed it off. Because I dont want to be bothered by people who are both idle and petty” she said with a smile. though she was really giving Morty a piece of her mind.

Isn‘ Morty just the idle and perry type: Doesn’t he have any self–awareness?

“Ms Harper, have you been harassed by someone? Do you need me to teach them a lesson?” Morty, as if oblivious to Ellis’s

insult, stepped closer and opened his Whats App code. Tcan’t add you, so you add me”

Being asked to add him on WhatsApp in public felt like being roasted over an open fire. Ellis cursed Morty over and over in her heart, but her face remained impassive.

“Sorry, my phone’s dead, she said, offering an apologetic smile.

Her rejection was blatant, and Morty, if he had any shame, should have just backed off

Initially. Lois hadn’t really understood why Ellis said Morty was deliberately making things difficult for her, but now, with Morty’s insistence on adding Ellis’s WhatsApp in front of so many people, the harassment was evident.

The atmosphere furned stiff and awkward. Although everyone tried to restrain themselves, the urge to gossip was evident

Glancing at Morty’s code, Lois pulled out her phone and scanned it attempting to defuse the tension with a laugh. “I just realized I haven’t added Mr. Morty on WhatsApp either. I’ll add you, and once Ms. Harper’s phone is charged. I’ll forward your contact to her

Morty didn’t say anything in response

After accepting Lois’s friend request. he led his team away.

With the episode over and the Nexus Group gone, those from the Tate Group who felt closer to Ellis quietly messaged her.

“Ms Harper, what’s your relationship with Mr. Morty! You’ve known each other for six or seven years, why don’t you have his

contact?”

Ellis ignored these messages, not even bothering to send a cursory emoji. She was there to work and earn money, not to satisfy people’s curiosity, and she felt no obligation to respond.

However, considering Lois’s actions before Morty left, she was slightly worried Lois might forward Morty’s WhatsApp contact

to her

Lois was like a provider. If the asked me to add someone, could I really refuse?

She massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Fortunately, as she and Lois walked back to work upstairs, Lois said, “I’ll send Morty’s contact normally to you. Whether you add him or not is up to you.”

With the problem solved. Ellis’s lips curved into a smile

“Working hard, huh? Have some afternoon tea, take a break, and then keep going!”

Amelia’s cheerful voice made her question her life choices. Did I look that easy to briber

Ellis kept her eyes on her computer, her hands still busy typing, and politely declined with a smile. Thanks! But I’m on at diet i really shouldn’t have coffee and cake.”

“Come on, you don’t need to lose weight! Amelia earnestly studied Ellis’s figure.

Tall and slender, yet with graceful curves! Amelia’s exaggerated tone made Ellis seriously wonder if she had left her common sense at home.

Couldn’t she hear that it was a polite refusal, just a nice excuse? Ellis looked away from her computer and glanced at Amelia.

Just keeping in shape.

After being refused repeatedly, Amelia made a gesture as if to hug Ellis’s shoulders, pouting “Come on, have a bite! This is from Swan Lake Bakery, a small piece costs almost a hundred–try it”

Ellis didn’t understand what Amelia was bragging about. Af cake worth almost a hundred dollars worth bragging about?

She was embarrassed to say that the custom cakes she used to order cost at least a hundred thousand each, and they weren’t even meant to be eaten, just to look good. Now, a poor, but not so destitute that people should think I couldn’t afford a cake, right?

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