The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 133

Did he guess it? Or did Yvonne sell him out?

Greg stumbled back two steps.

After steadying himself, he grinned, pretending to be clueless. “Nephew, what do you mean by that? Uncle doesn’t understand.”

Edgar had a cold expression and didn’t fall for his act at all.

Seeing him remain silent, Greg discreetly glanced at the bodyguards behind Grace. They all had grim faces, looking fierce as if they were about to devour someone.

Worried that his family might be affected, he turned his head and signaled Hailey with his eyes. “Joyce hasn’t freshened up yet. Hurry and take her upstairs to wash. We can’t afford to lose decorum in front of esteemed guests.

“Okay,” Hailey understood and turned to pull her precious daughter. “Joyce, let’s go.”

Before they could climb the stairs, Grace’s four bodyguards swiftly blocked their path. Eleven and Twelve blocked the staircase, while Fifteen and Seventeen guarded the entrance.

“What… What are you doing? You’re being too arrogant! This is my house,” Greg exclaimed, his face turning red with anger.

Joyce felt a bit scared and hid in Hailey’s embrace.

“If we don’t clarify things today, no one will be able to leave,” Grace smiled, lifted the tea cup from the table, and took a sip.

She remained calm and aloof, leaving the Fallen family confused.

Greg sighed, his expression slightly complex, before speaking. “Actually, it’s not like that. When I learned that my younger sister was working as a servant in the old residence, I went to visit her. I didn’t know where she got those two packets of medicine from. She told me about her plan and asked for my help, but I didn’t agree. I even tried to dissuade her…”

He paused, as if realizing something. “Judging from this situation, did she really succeed?” “And you. former niece–in–law, did anything happen to you? I heard that medicine is quite potent. It’s all my fault. I should have tried to persuade her again,” he sighed, filled with regret.

With these two statements, not only did he clear himself of the matter, but he also strengthened the family relationship on both sides.

Grace furrowed her brows slightly. “In the future, please address me as General Manager Grace or Miss Grace according to the company hierarchy. Hearing the phrase ‘former niece–in–law‘ makes me

sick.”

her eyes. “He said it was Yvonne who actively asked him for

stared sternly at Greg and sneered, “Uncle, blaming everything on a woman when things go wrong isn’t

with

he pointed at Edgar, cursing, “You’re just Grace’s servant now. The master speaks, and you have no

tune was truly impressive, Grace detested these cunning–old-

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one thing to someone’s face and another behind

in listening to his nonsense, she waved her hand, and Eleven placed a square, exquisite black

this?” Greg

lightly, curling her lips. “This is a small gift I brought today for the Fallen Family Mansion.

understand what she was up to, he felt a hint of ill intentions behind her

heard that it was a gift and smiled politely. “Miss Grace, it’s such a kind. gesture for you to bring a gift. Thank

and gold box on the coffee table, and assume that the contents

what she saw inside left her dumbfounded. There were thirty small bottles, each about half the size of a fist, arranged

What is

the Fallen Family Mansion.

game Grace was playing. He approached and smelled it, his face changing drastically. He quickly took the bottle from Hailey’s hand and put the lid back on.

these M drugs?”

with her hand and smiled radiantly.

Besides the ones that can’t kill people, there are also laxatives, itching powders, and such. Among the thirty bottles, five of them are filled with syrup. The chances of getting syrup are much higher than winning the lottery, don’t you

“You… you…”

shocked by her words, unable to say

don’t want to drink it! I

of stuff…”

family huddled together, trembling.

Even if you don’t consider our past family ties, this has

I…”

hand to interrupt Greg’s sophistry. “You know the truth, and I

I do to offend you?”

to help Yvonne sabotage me in front of Grandfather. I haven’t forgotten, and I don’t think you have either. Along with the incident of you slapping Edgar, and now the M–drug,