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?”

to her, instead, she thrust an iPad in

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

actor to replace him due to he was so

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

coldly snorted

grabbed her car keys,

asking, “Where are you

“To the crew.”

Lucy hurriedly

of dirty tricks seemed never-ending. Lucy was chomping at the bit to see Grace on the receiving end of

would then bring this up in a meeting, eager to

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

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

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

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

by the mess he’d made, stepped forward

you’ve created! Just because your family

prepared to smash it, his arrogance palpable. “Exactly, my family is loaded! If I dare to

“You can’t smash this!”

director, keeping his distance, felt

a priceless treasure that he had specially borrowed to ensure the props were accurate

the air, fear was

from Tom, his arm was seized just before he could bring the vase crashing to

in surprise to find

down

Tom let out a scornful laugh. “Who

His Billionaire

7.3%

with an amicable explanation, “Mr. Walker, 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

forehead veins popped out, his eyes shooting

acting for two days. What’s the crime of taking

was completely directed towards Grace, Lucy felt a pang of schadenfreude, quietly

be bothered to engage with him.

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

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

My

his face, hands cruelly twisted behind his back by Grace. His awkward pose on the floor, butt propped up by Grace’s high

contrasted hilariously with his furious

contrast, Grace, with her ice-cold expression,