I'm the Obsession of My Cold-Hearted Ex novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472 Fighting a Losing Battle

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“Who knows whether you barged in or if Ellis invited you herself?” Sophia snorted, certain of her guess. She would bet anything that Ellis was not the type to let her son waltz into her home without a fight. Most likely, her son forced his way in.

Easton pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

His silence was all the confirmation she needed. Sophia did not push further. There was no point in stabbing her son’s heart when it was already full of holes.

She had originally planned to stay out of their mess. But as a mother, there were still things she ought to do.

There was no avoiding Sophia’s birthday banquet..

During work hours, Ellis found her mind drifting.

What kind of gift would be suitable? Something that matched Sophia’s taste but wouldn’t completely destroy my wallet

Distracted, she failed to notice the commotion building near Maxwell’s office.

Sharp and agitated noise echoed faintly.

Someone was causing a scene!

Her eyes swept the area. Spotting a subordinate nearby, she gestured them over.

Called over by his superior, the staff trotted to her side, lowering his voice: “Ms. Harper, it’s Mr. Maxwell’s uncle. He’s here. discussing… something”

She frowned slightly.

If memory served, Maxwell’s uncle held an idle position within the corporation. The kind that collected a paycheck without doing real work. He was not supposed to have any authority.

What could they be arguing about? Family affairs?

She asked calmly, “Has something like this happened before? How was it handled?”

“It has. For details, you might want to ask Mr. Cleveland.”

Cleveland had been transferred to a more marginal department but still held the title of deputy director. After learning the situation, Ellis signaled for her subordinate to return to work and called Cleveland directly.

After a pause, Cleveland replied, “Mr. Maxwell usually lets him yell for a while… then calls security to throw him out.”

Should I do the same this time?

Just as she was debating, a middle–aged man stormed out of Maxwell’s office with his face flushed with anger.

The man bore a faint resemblance to Maxwell, but age had not been kind. His figure had thickened, his belly protruded, utterly lacking Maxwell’s sharp–edged charma

Their eyes met. Entirely by accident. He glared at her viciously.

Ellis was speechless. I did nothing wrong–

Receiving a glare for no reason, Ellis remained unfazed

Moments later, Maxwell exited the office as well. He approached Ellis; she rose politely. “Mr. Maxwell”

“Kohfy security Maxwell instructed coldly “From now on he is hunned from entering the premises

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Chapter 472 Fighting a Losing Battle

“Understood, Mr. Maxwell. Ellis answered.

“And… Maxwell paused suddenly.

Her eyes stayed fixed on him, waiting for the next order.

Maxwell continued. “That man is my uncle, Randy Fox.”

Unexpectedly, there was no second order, only a name. She nodded, indicating she understood.

Maxwell said no more. But his gaze carried a strange complexity.

She could not fathom it. Eventually, he turned and walked away,

Here we go again… Marwell was once more impossible to read. What kind of person was this boss of mine, really?

Shaking off unnecessary curiosity, Ellis went downstairs to personally brief the security department.

+8 Pearls

After a long day of work, she headed straight to the shopping mall she used to frequent when she was still Mrs. Hudson.

Buying a gift was tricky. Too cheap would not do, too expensive was not realistic either. After much deliberation, she gritted her teeth and spent over 14,000 dollars on a gift.

Ready to head home. The moment Ellis thought of the annoying ex–husband currently squatting in her house, she suddenly lost all desire to return.

But staying at a hotel would mean extra expenses. The money was completely wasted.

Having no way to deal with this shameless ex–husband was downright infuriating.

Returning home in a foul mood, she was surprised not to see him.

Had he finally come to his senses? Stopped clinging to my house?

Unfortunately, reality was rarely so kind.

The moment she opened the bedroom door, there he was. Easton sprawled across her bed.

Rage surged in her chest. “Easton Hudson!”

Sure, they had shared a bed not long ago, but who gave this man the right to lie in her bed now?

He did not respond. His eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Ellis did not care whether he was asleep or not. She marched over, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him.

“Get up! Get off my bed!” Her voice rose louder than usual as she was fueled by anger.

But Easton remained still, eyes tightly shut.

A strange feeling crept into her heart. It felt like… he was dead?

Releasing his shoulder, she studied his face closely.

Wes his complexion a little pale, and were his lips drained of color? Was he sick?

That thought flashed through her mind, and before she realized it, her fingers pinched his nose sharply.

Laston Hudson, don’t you dare fake sleep! Talk to me!”