"The house is filthy, and so are you. I don't want to live in a dump and have to see your trashy face!" Ellis snapped, trying to yank her hand away. When she couldn't free herself from the scumbag's grip, she resorted to scratching the back of his hand. "Let go!" Despite Ellis scratching harder, Easton's lips curled slightly, "I have plenty of houses. If you don't like that one, we can switch. But for now, I'm not indulging you; without some discipline, you'll never learn." Considering the scumbag's wealth, it was certain he owned numerous properties. The thought of being confined to any one of them and losing her freedom was unbearable for Ellis. "You scum..." It seemed she couldn't physically hurt the scumbag, so she resorted to hurling insults to vent her frustration. Before she could spit out another word, the scumbag clamped his hand over her mouth again and, repeating his earlier maneuver, scooped her up. He strode out of the hospital and shoved her into the car, the whole process smooth and practiced. As the car started, an iPad was transferred from the scumbag's hands to hers. He said, as if bestowing alms, "These are all my properties. Pick one. Whichever you like, we'll live in." "Pick your grandpa!" Ellis tossed the iPad aside. "Then I'll choose." Easton picked up the iPad, scrolling through images and information of all his properties. Under her scornful gaze, he selected a house closest to their marital home. Seeing the scumbag's cunning moves left Ellis speechless. How can anyone be so repulsive? Refusing to divorce, constantly degrading me, and still dreaming of controlling my freedom. We are like an ancient emperor and a servant; the emperor can decide the servant's fate on a whim. The car slowed, signaling they were nearing the house where she would be confined. Pointing angrily at the scumbag's nose, she shouted, "You psycho, you're breaking the law! You're unlawfully imprisoning me!" "Hmm, unlawful imprisonment." Easton raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, his tone dripping with carelessness and arrogance, "Go ahead and sue me. Let's see who dares to take up your case, which lawyer is foolish enough to challenge me."Realizing she was no match for the scumbag in terms of power, and remembering the Hudson Group's lawsuit against her demanding 4.2 million dollars, Ellis felt a murderous rage. "You psycho, one day you'll fall from your high clouds into the mire and taste all the sufferings of the world!" For now, she was powerless against the scumbag, but she was sure his downfall was coming. "Fall into your mire?" Easton scoffed, "Maybe in the next life. For now, stop dreaming." As the divider lowered, the driver glanced through the rearview mirror, his voice timid, "Sir, Mrs. Hudson, we've arrived at Dynasty Estate." Controlled by the scumbag's every move, Ellis felt a primal urge to resist, yet she was powerless against his sheer force. The moment she was pulled from the car, she wished she could just disappear into thin air. Entering Dynasty Estate, she recognized several familiar faces; the butler and servants were obviously transferred from their marital home. She couldn't understand what kind of twisted pleasure the scumbag got from this. "Terrible..." Before she could finish cursing him, about ten uniformly dressed young men stood lined up in the corner. As soon as she noticed them, they approached and greeted respectfully, "Good evening, Mr. Hudson, Mrs. Hudson!" Even if she weren't the sharpest tool in the shed, Easton's erect postures and the sharpness exuding from them made it clear they were bodyguards. "Your job is to keep an eye on Mrs. Hudson. Without my permission, she's not to step outside this house," Easton commanded coolly. "Yes, sir!" The unanimous response echoed in Ellis's ears, stirring deep resentment within her. Great, these bodyguards were just as displeasing to her as the scumbag. "You psycho, don't be so shameless!" She glared at him icily, "Who do you think you are to control my freedom? You think you're..." "It seems I've been too lenient." Easton interrupted her. "I was going to allow you the run of the house and the yard, but now, I've changed my mind. You can stay in your room and reflect on your manners." Imprisoned, a fact now set in stone, Ellis was furious to no avail. To Easton, she was nothing more than an object to be dismissed at will, insignificant as a grain of sand. Even if he crushed me here, would anyone even find out? Fuming, she ignored the scumbag and looked around, noting every detail of the elevator and the exterior, searching for any potential escape routes. The scumbag followed behind her, not stopping her explorations. He seemed to know what she was up to but didn't call her out, confident in his belief that Ellis couldn't possibly escape from here.