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.

just because she got another actor to replace him due to he was

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a popular idol, all because of one day off, you had to replace him! Now you’ve poked the bear, I won’t help you

and coldly snorted as she said

iPad, grabbed her car keys, and walked

her, asking,

“To the crew.”

this, Lucy hurriedly

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 receiving end of his

a meeting, eager to see how long Grace could keep her director’s

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

were met with the ear-splitting sound of a chair crashing to the

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

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

the mess he’d made, stepped

Look at the mess you’ve created! Just because your family is loaded doesn’t

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

“You can’t smash this!”

director, keeping his distance, felt

that he had specially borrowed to ensure the props were accurate and exquisite. Smashing it would be more than just a

into the air,

contemptuous snort from Tom, his arm was seized just before

in surprise to find Grace’s icy gaze fixed

it down

let out a scornful laugh. “Who

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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.

veins popped out, his eyes shooting daggers

you who stirred the pot! I’ve been acting for two days. What’s the crime of taking a break?

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

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

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

wanting to witness the scene. But, the expected sound of violence didn’t materialize. Instead, it quickly fizzled

let go! My

hands cruelly twisted behind his back by Grace.

pained howls contrasted hilariously with his

Grace, with her ice-cold

assistants were gobsmacked

by the spectacle he had become, Tom wished for the earth to swallow him