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?”

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

the iPad and saw a photo of their own artist, Tom Walker, throwing a tantrum on set. Fortunately, his agent had intercepted the photo, or else it would be circulated and people would accuse her artist of

big fuss just because she got another actor to replace

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a popular idol, all because of one day off, you had to replace him! Now you’ve poked the bear, I won’t help you clean up

arms and coldly snorted as she said sarcastic

iPad, grabbed her

asking, “Where

“To the crew.”

Lucy hurriedly

this notorious hell-raiser in the company, was infamous for his volatile temperament, and his repertoire of dirty tricks seemed never-ending. Lucy was chomping at the bit to see Grace on the receiving

meeting, eager to see how long Grace could

It was still in the early days of shooting, with the crew on set at Holywood in Frant City. Grace and Lucy hot-footed it there

their arrival at the crew, they were met with the ear-splitting sound of a chair crashing to the

a handsome eighteen-year-old man in the throes

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

the mess

your family is loaded doesn’t mean you can run amok like

of it. He picked up a vase, prepared to smash it, his arrogance palpable. “Exactly, my family is loaded! If I dare to smash it, I can foot the bill. This is

“You can’t smash this!”

director, keeping his distance, felt helpless,

treasure that he had specially borrowed to ensure the props were accurate and exquisite. Smashing it would be more than just a

menacingly into the air, fear

was seized just before he could bring the vase

to find Grace’s icy gaze fixed

it down and

scornful laugh. “Who are you?

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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 duties,

forehead veins popped out, his eyes shooting daggers at

I’ve been acting for two days. What’s the crime of taking a break? You’re only on your second day

directed towards Grace, Lucy felt a pang of schadenfreude, quietly backing away

engage with him. “One last time,

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

to unfold within a minute. They collectively dropped their gaze, not wanting to witness the scene. But, the expected sound

My arm is almost

turned in surprise to see Tom flat on his face, hands cruelly twisted behind his back by Grace. His awkward pose on the floor, butt propped up by Grace’s high heel, was a sight for sore

pained howls contrasted hilariously with his furious

with her ice-cold expression, drew cheers from