The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 61

Chapter 61
“What’s the matter?”
“Where were you thirteen years ago on March 14th? Did you ever find yourself on Pine Street in Frant City?”
“I can’t recall.” Grace turned her head away, maintaining an icy facade.
It had been ages, how could she possibly remember?
“Alright, I’ll ask you another question.”
Edgar wasn’t fazed, he persisted patiently. “Do you remember a car accident thirteen years ago on March 14th? Three people died on the scene, and only a young boy in the backseat survived. He was rescued by a girl.”
Why was he asking that?
Could that young boy have been him?
Grace looked into his probing eyes. Part of her memory was stirred, and she found herself
remembering fragmented images.
She did rescue someone that year, but it was pure happenstance.
Grace never to
Grace never took it to heart.
What’s more, her visit to Frant city that year was driven by a very important matter concerning the Smith family’s secrets. She had no intention of sharing this with Edgar, nor did she want him to continue his investigation.
It was too risky. Grace didn’t want anyone else entangled in it.
“No, I don’t know,” Grace answered coldly. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”
Edgar instinctively tried to stop her, but her icy gaze made him pull back his outstretched hand.
“Don’t forget your role as the fiance of Nancy, Mr. Fallen. Perhaps you should pay more attention to your bride-to-be.”
Grace scoffed at him, unlocked the door, and left.
Just as Grace turned her back, she noticed a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
It was barely noticeable, a fleeting moment, but she managed to catch it.

What was Edgar disappointed about?
Grace was perplexed but didn’t dwell on it.
Edgar was insignificant to her now. He couldn’t impede her journey.
She collected her thoughts, gracefully adjusted her hair, and stepped out of the private room without any hindrance from Edgar.
As she exited, she met the hostile gaze of Tim.
Tim glared at her, seething with an air of hatred.
“Mr. Fallen has gathered all the evidence. The truth about you hiring someone to torment Miss Mellis will soon he laid bare! When the time comes, Mr. Fallen won’t let you off the h ook!”
“Are
“Are you done?’
Grace gave him a once-over, her lips curling into a provocative smile. “Then bring it on. Ilwait and
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sce.”
Despite her petite frame, she radiated an overwhelming presence.
Tim locked eyes with her, her eyes brimming with laughter, and he couldn’t help but retreat a few paces.
Grace, in her stilettos, made a swift exit.
In the vast dining room, only the echo of her footsteps remained.
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“It’s really strange.”
Tim couldn’t make heads or tails of his recent fear of her.
It had been two days since Edgar’s five day deadline.
The media was all over it like white on rice, continually speculating about the situation.
Grace was turning a blind eye to all the bad press and negative comments, focusing solely on preparing for the girl group talent show. She didn’t give a hoot about the smear campaigns against her.
“Ms. Salen, here is the paperwork for the shooting location. It needs your final once-over.” Beth placed a folder next to her.
“Understood. Leave it with me. I’ll call you when I’m done.”
Grace’s gaze didn’t waver from her computer screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. Beth bit her tongue, looking at her boss, then decided to speak up: “Ms. Salen, have you seen what they’re saying online?”
“I’ve glanced at it.”
Grace gave her a sidelong look and went back to her work.
“Then why are you still…” Beth was left scratching her head.
“Still cool as a cucumber?” Grace closed her laptop, leaned back in her chair, and clarified.
“It was Mr. Fallen who, in front of the press, promised to clarify the situation. I’m just waiting to see what kind of song and dance he’ll put on. Moreover, despite all the hullabaloo online, it hasn’t affected me, has it?”
“BUL..”
“No buts. Back to work. The talent show’s just around the corner, and you’ve got your plate full too.” Knowing Grace was no pushover, Beth bit her lip, going back to her work.
Grace was burning the candle at both ends, working on her career.
Meanwhile, in a hospital a stone’s throw away from Angle Group, Nancy was lying on her bed, killing time on her phone.
Her injuries had significantly healed. These past days, she’d been monitoring the online mudslinging towards Grace, even paying a few keyboard warriors to stir the pot.
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