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?”

didn’t respond to her, instead, she thrust an iPad in front of her, “Look at the fine mess

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

a big fuss just because she got another actor to replace him due to he was so

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popular idol, all because of one day off, you had to replace him!

her arms and coldly snorted as she said

closed the iPad, grabbed her

ran after her, asking, “Where

“To the crew.”

Lucy hurriedly

his repertoire of dirty tricks seemed

then bring this up in a meeting, eager

by Angle. 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 in

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

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

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

cleaner, appalled by the mess he’d made, stepped forward to

mess you’ve created! Just because your family is loaded doesn’t mean you can run amok

of it. He picked up a vase, prepared to smash it, his arrogance palpable. “Exactly, my family

“You can’t smash this!”

his distance, felt helpless,

that he had specially borrowed to ensure the props were

Tom’s hand rose menacingly into the air, fear was written

a contemptuous snort from Tom, his arm was seized just before he

around in surprise to find Grace’s

down

“Who are you?

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this is Miss 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 duties, and was adamant about

forehead veins popped out, his eyes shooting

it’s you who stirred the pot! I’ve been acting for two days. What’s the crime of taking a break? You’re only on

a pang of schadenfreude, quietly

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

a finger on women, but

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 met with Tom’s

let go! My arm is almost

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

hilariously with

ice-cold expression,