The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 23

There’s more to Grace’s background than meets his eye.

Just as this thought crossed Edgar’s mind. Tim had already hailed a cab to the scene. He was taken aback to see people sca t t e r e d around, unconscious, and he let out a long sigh.

Mr. Fallen was really ruthless!

Edgar glanced at him, “Perfect timing. Bag up these gangsters and take them back for questioning. Find out who’s pulling the strings”

“Understood.” Tim nodded.

“Also, send someone to dig into Grace’s background, I want all the details.”

“Roger that, Mr. Fallen.”

By the time Grace returned to the villa, it was already late.

Patric was waiting for her on the couch.

Grace told him about the night’s events, not leaving a single detail out, which caused Patric to see red. He immediately dispatched people to launch an investigation.

On the car ride home, Grace mulled over the incident.

Apart from the person from the Smith family who had harmed her, Grace didn’t have any known enemies. However, if that person knew her whereabouts, they wouldn’t just send a few small fries to insult her and record videos

This was more like the style of the Fallen family. She didn’t believe Edgar would be impartial after uncovering this. It would be good to get one of Patric’s men to investigate.

After taking a bath, Grace hit the hay.

The next morning, Grace arrived at the company on time. Having familiarized herself with the materials the day before, she was now ready to start managing the artists’ schedules. Lucy was astounded by her quick grasp of things and no longer dared to deliberately make things difficult for her.

After a calm and peaceful morning, Grace stretched languidly, her mood exceptionally light. However, after lunch, the office door was slammed open by someone.

Lucy barged in, with an angry expression.

Grace frowned, “Ever heard of knocking, Ms. Gordan?”

instead, she thrust an iPad in front of her, “Look at

artist, Tom Walker, throwing a tantrum on set. Fortunately, his agent had intercepted the photo, or else it would be circulated and

a big fuss just because she got another actor to replace

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all because of one day off, you had to replace him! Now you’ve poked the

her arms and coldly snorted as she said

closed the iPad, grabbed her car keys, and

after her, asking, “Where are

“To the crew.”

this, Lucy

of dirty tricks seemed never-ending. Lucy was chomping at the bit

would then bring this up in a meeting, eager

Angle. It was still in the early days of shooting, with the crew on set at Holywood in Frant City. Grace

crew, they were met with the

eighteen-year-old man in the throes of a temper

assistant were so petrified that they dared not breathe a word, and the rest of the crew kept

cleaner, appalled by the mess

Just because your family is loaded doesn’t mean you can

the furious man was having none of it. He picked up a vase, prepared to smash it, his arrogance palpable. “Exactly, my family

“You can’t smash this!”

keeping his distance, felt helpless,

Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain vase, a piece of a priceless treasure that he had specially borrowed to ensure the

rose menacingly into the air, fear was written

from Tom, his arm was seized just before he could bring

in surprise to find Grace’s icy gaze fixed

it down and

Tom let out a scornful laugh. “Who are

His Billionaire

7.3%

Salen, the new agency director who started just yesterday. It was her who rejected your leave request this time. I tried to talk her around, but she insisted you were shirking your

forehead veins popped out,

days. What’s the crime of taking a break? You’re only on your second day

that Tom’s fury was completely directed towards Grace, Lucy felt a pang of schadenfreude,

be bothered to engage with him. “One last time, will you apologize

lay a finger on women, but you’ve really asked for it

almost visualize the gruesome scene they expected to unfold within a minute. They collectively dropped their gaze, not wanting to witness the scene. But, the expected sound of violence didn’t materialize. Instead, it quickly fizzled out. Instead of Grace’s scream, they were

My arm

on his face, hands cruelly twisted behind his back by Grace. His awkward pose

pained howls contrasted hilariously with

with her ice-cold expression,