The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 262

The ‘elderly woman’ turned her head and her gaze collided with a pair of cold, piercing eyes.

“It’s you…”

Grace smirked with red lips. “Elizabeth, I never thought you would end up in such a miserable state, with such despicable thoughts! The scorn and disgust was felt in the words she spoke.

As she reached the end of her words, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes. With a subtle twist of her hand using her agile jujitsu skills, she forcefully Elizabeth’s delicate wrist, resulting in a crisp c rack and an immediate fracture.

“Ah! My hand!“

Elizabeth’s face contorted in pain, and the knife she was holding fell to the ground..

Grace didn’t stop there, she raised her high-heeled shoe and ruthlessly kicked Elizabeth’s thigh. causing the girl to scream in pain and collapse on the floor, she struggled to get up but failed even after crawling for a long time.

The nearby staff, managers, and assistants were all dumbfounded.

“What are you all still standing there for? Take Abby to wash her eyes!” Grace growled.

Yes, yes.

The assistant quickly grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around the wet Abigail before taking her

to the restroom.

Elizabeth who sat on the floor, witnessing the complete failure of her plan, felt extremely resentful. She had used her last savings to buy the opportunity to follow Abigail’s schedule at Bana, thinking about what she had gone, she immediately felt herself reaching the end of the line and anger flooded her veins.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, pointing at Grace, shouting hysterically, “Why did you save her? I became the target of online ridicule, forced to leave the Butterfly Girl group, and faced millions in breach of contract compensation. It’s all her fault! She deserves to die!”

Grace sneered, her eyes filled with irony and disgust at the shameless girl on the floor.

“I was the one who leaked your scandalous photos, I was the one who issued the order for you to leave the group, and I was the one who orchestrated your current situation. Now, I’m standing right in front of you. Come and kill me.”

Elizabeth was stunned by her wards, and it took her a while to react. She glared at Grace with gritted teeth and st aggered over to pick up the dropped dagger with her other hand.

“I’m going to kill you! Kill you!” She yelled in madness.

Just as she gripped the handle of the knife, Grace’s high-heeled shoe stepped on the blade, preventing her from picking it up.

you’ve ended up like this is your own doing. If you had just stayed in line as an idol and focused on your work

red with hot tears streaming down her

lue. You took the lead in isolating Abby. You knew that her

help you if

about your life or death? You

screaming, and begging with

true! It’s all Abigail’s fault. We were all members of the group. Why does she have the opportunity to take on solo jobs and

S-tier artist in Angle. She is highly favoured and will have a bright future. The contract you signed with her is different from the

She muttered

Elizabeth remained on the ground, filled with despair, as if she had lost her mind. She continued to repeat the same words, “It’s not my fault,

and looked around at the others. “Everyone heard what just happened. She attempted to attack with a knife, not only targeting Abigail but also me. Someone call the police quickly

I’ll make the call!” a voice was heard in the middle of the staff; someone had

realizing the situation

been played by

failed to kill Abigail, she would have at most spent four or five years in prison. But if she were also charged with attempted murder against Grace, her future

Grace’s brother, and Eder Storm Grant was her

carried the burden of these charges and went to prison, neither of

I truly realize my mistake. Please give me

feet, pleading bitterly, she reached out to grab the hem of her skirt, but Grace coldly

indifferent, she was never

cleaned off the dirty water from her body and changed into a clean dress, wrapping herself in a towel

she was not seriously injured, Grace breathed a sigh of relief and said to Elizabeth, “You don’t need to apologize to me. You should apologize to Abby. If she

H

hope was reignited, and she crawled to Abigail’s feet, knocking her head

with Trista. You can beat me or scold me, but please don’t let Ms. Grace send me to prison. I

tightly as she looked down at the woman in front

last time she caught Tristan and Elizabeth in bed flashed in her mind-the

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such an outrageous act, she still

wretched appearance, crying her

I hadn’t stopped her earlier, she would have

adults should consider the

Abby, save