The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 32

Chapter 32
When he saw who it was, Mr. Jameson’s eyes widened in horror.
“Mr… Mr. Fallen… What are you doing here?”
Edgar’s expression grew gloomy, and the veins on his forehead visibly bulged. He clenched his collar tightly, his voice filled with intensity as he inquired, “In which private room is she located? What do you plan to do with her?”
Edgar’s terrifying gaze nearly petrified Mr. Jameson. His lips quivered, and he divulged all the information with a trembling voice.
Lucy’s face turned pale with fear, and she attempted to slip away, hoping to escape the tense situation discreetly.
She was controlled by Tim, who had just arrived.
Edgar handed them to him, instructing him, “Tie them up and lock them in a room. I’ll deal with them
later.”
With a menacing expression, he swiftly made his way to the private room.
An unsettling sensation crept over him.
Mr. Jameson said she drank wine that was drugged 15 minutes ago. Had she…
His eyes, filled with a scarlet hue, became increasingly saturated with a sinister intent to kill.
He pushed open the door of the
ate room.
As he entered the private room, his gaze fell upon a gruesome sight, a pool of blood splattered across the floor, stretching even into the small bathroom.
Men’s voices could be heard from within the bathroom, persistently resonating in the air.
Two at the same time!
Consumed by a blazing fury, Edgar strode purposefully toward the bathroom. In the periphery of his vision, he caught sight of a figure nonchalantly standing nearby.
He took a closer look.
It was Grace.
She embellished a subtle touch of makeup, exuding an air of elegance as she leaned gracefully against the chair. Her slender fingers rhythmically tapped on the broken leg of the stool nearby.
There were a few conch tips on the legs of the stool and occasional drops of blood on the ground. It could be seen that it had experienced a fierce battle.
Edgar looked her up and down carefully.
“Are you… really okay?”
Grace tilted her head and smiled playfully. “Are you disappointed that I’m fine, Mr. Fallen?”
Of course not.
Just as he was about to argue, Grace chimed in with a smirk, “Mr. Fallen, looks like you’ve got your

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finger on the pulse of things. Did you come all the way just to catch up on the latest gossip in the entertainment industry?”
“What?”
Edgar was confused.
The bathroom door swung open abruptly, and two figures, appearing as disheveled and injured, were crawling towards her.
He took a closer look.
Two guys with messed-up faces were crawling over, all blood y and beaten.
One of them had a disturbing redness on his face, looking like he had been dosed with something. He held his injured abdomen, blood seeping through his fingers, his face contorted in pain.
The other person was hunched over, holding her back with her hands in a sorrowful manner. Her face was drenched in blood, and the pain etched on her features made her appearance truly ghastly.
Edgar’s initial shock subsided, and he let out a sigh of relief.
Edgar remembered the previous encounter when he had discovered Grace’s proficiency in martial
arts.
Indeed, Grace was not one to allow herself to be at a disadvantage.
Mr. Wesley and Mr. Lewis crawled miserably to a place two meters away from Grace and knelt down. Suddenly, they burst into tears.
“Your Majesty, it’s all Mr. Jameson and Lucy’s idea. They urged me to do this! I was forced!”
“Yes, yes! We were completely in the wrong. Please spare us. We promise we won’t do anything like this again…”
Grace took out her phone with a sneer and scrolled through the information she had on them.
“The director of Epicent Films, Victor Wesley, is notorious for his greed and debauchery. He has a disturbing inclination toward the mistreatment of women. Numerous female stars and employees have suffered from his abusive behavior, with some even meeting tragic fates.
“And wow, Louis Lewis, the director of Epicent Films, has exploited and preyed upon countless female stars, leading to the demise of 11 individuals. Do you really think you can get away with it so easily?”
Upon hearing her words, the two of them burst into even louder so b s.
Their legs trembled uncontrollably.
“Please, my lady, have mercy on us! We know we messed up big time. We swear we won’t ever dare to pull such a stunt again. If we do, may lightning strike us down and turn us into dust!”
Grace elegantly poured herself a glass of red wine and gave it a gentle swirl.
“Well, since you’ve admitted your mistakes, I suggest you post the recorded video from the
bathroom on Twitter. Announce your crimes, sincerely apologize to the victim, and make it known to
the public just how despicable and infuriating you truly are!”
The faces of the two men tensed up upon hearing her words.
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Louis panicked and vehemently shook his head. “No… No way! If I do that, they’ll kick me off the board! Everyone will hate me, and the cops will lock me up! I won’t get out alive!”
Victor chimed in, pleading, “Ms. Salen, please have mercy. We can promise you anything other than
that!”
They were scared to death just thinking about being sentenced to death and getting beaten up by other prisoners in jail.
Edgar stood aside quietly and listened with a slight smile on his face.
She was direct, fierce, and cun n i n g, with an array of tricks at her disposal.
Her approach resonated with his own style of handling matters.
Before Grace could speak, he glanced gloomily at the two people on the ground and said, “Do as Ms. Salen said.”
They cast humble gazes at him once more.
Before they could even beg for mercy, he cut them off with a chilling tone, “Or would you prefer a taste of my torture?”
Grace was confused.
The two people being threatened trembled all over.
They had heard enough about Edgar’s reputation for dealing with people.
The mere thought of it made them shudder, realizing it would be a fate far worse than death itself!
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