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?”

Lucy didn’t respond to her, instead, she thrust an iPad in front of her, “Look at the fine mess you’ve made!”

Grace took the iPad and saw a photo of their 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 her artist of throwing his weight around.

a big fuss just because she got another actor to replace him

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

crossed her arms and coldly snorted as she said

grabbed her

her, asking, “Where

“To the crew.”

this, Lucy

notorious hell-raiser in the company, was infamous for his volatile temperament, and his repertoire of dirty tricks seemed never-ending. Lucy was chomping at the bit to see Grace on the

then bring this up in a meeting, eager to

of shooting, with the crew on set at Holywood in Frant City.

with the

got closer, they spotted a handsome eighteen-year-old man in the throes of a

petrified that they dared not breathe a word, and

the cleaner, appalled by the mess he’d

your family is loaded doesn’t mean

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

“You can’t smash this!”

his distance, felt

had specially borrowed to ensure the props were accurate and exquisite. Smashing it would be

Tom’s hand rose menacingly into the air, fear was written all

Tom, his arm was seized just before he could bring

surprise to find Grace’s

down

laugh. “Who are you? How dare you

and His

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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 were shirking your duties, and was adamant

veins popped out, his

days. What’s the crime of taking a break? You’re only on your

fury was completely directed towards Grace, Lucy felt a pang of schadenfreude, quietly backing away to watch the unfolding

be bothered to engage with him. “One last time,

his anger. “I don’t lay a finger on women,

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

go! My arm is

twisted behind his back by Grace. His

howls contrasted hilariously with his furious

ice-cold expression,

agent and assistants were gobsmacked by her audacity, momentarily forgetting to

for the earth to swallow him