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.

was speechless. Tom made such a big fuss just because she got another actor to replace him due to he

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because of one day off, you had to replace him! Now you’ve poked

and coldly snorted as she said

iPad, grabbed her

asking, “Where are

“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

bring this up in a meeting, eager to see how long Grace could keep her director’s

Angle. It was still in the early days of shooting, with the crew on set

crew, they were met with the ear-splitting sound

they spotted a handsome eighteen-year-old man in the throes

agent and assistant were so petrified that they dared not breathe a word,

by the mess he’d made, stepped forward to

because your family is loaded doesn’t mean you can run

vase, prepared to smash it, his arrogance palpable. “Exactly, my family is loaded! If I dare to smash it, I can foot the bill. This is none of your

“You can’t smash this!”

his distance,

vase, a piece of a priceless treasure that he had specially borrowed to ensure the props were accurate

hand rose menacingly into the air,

snort from Tom, his arm was seized just before he could bring

to find Grace’s icy gaze

down and

“Who are you? How dare you

and His Billionaire

7.3%

broke in 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. I tried to talk her around, but she insisted you were shirking your duties,

Tom’s forehead veins popped out, his

for two days. What’s the crime of taking a break? You’re only

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

to engage with him. “One

“I don’t lay a finger on

the

let go! My arm

hands cruelly twisted behind his back by Grace. His awkward pose on the floor, butt propped up by Grace’s high

pained howls contrasted hilariously with his

ice-cold expression, drew

were gobsmacked by her audacity, momentarily

for the earth to swallow him whole. His animosity