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 at

of their own artist, Tom Walker, throwing a tantrum on set. Fortunately, his agent had intercepted the photo, or else

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

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had to replace him! Now you’ve poked the bear, I won’t help you clean up this

her arms and coldly snorted as she said

her car

after her, asking, “Where

“To the crew.”

Lucy

his volatile temperament, and his repertoire of dirty tricks seemed

this up in a meeting, eager to see how long Grace could keep her director’s

days of shooting, with the crew on set at Holywood in Frant City. Grace and Lucy hot-footed it there in a mere

crew, they were met with the

a handsome eighteen-year-old man

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

cleaner, appalled by the mess he’d made,

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

a vase, prepared to smash it, his arrogance palpable. “Exactly,

“You can’t smash this!”

distance, felt helpless, his

a priceless treasure that he had specially borrowed to

rose menacingly into the air, fear was

his arm was seized just before he could bring the vase

surprise to find Grace’s icy gaze

it down

a scornful laugh. “Who are you? How dare 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

popped out, his eyes shooting daggers at

you who stirred the pot! I’ve been acting for two days. What’s the crime of taking

Grace, Lucy felt a pang of schadenfreude, quietly backing away to watch

couldn’t be bothered to engage with him. “One last time, will you apologize

restrain his anger. “I don’t lay a finger on women, but you’ve really

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

go! My arm is almost

cruelly twisted behind his back by Grace. His

pained howls contrasted hilariously with his

Grace, with her ice-cold