The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 257

She had attended major film festivals and walked numerous red carpets, even being Invited as a heavyweight guest to various banquets.

However, no man had ever taken the initiative to refuse to hold her hand as they made their

entrance.

This was an utter humiliation for her.

But she quickly smiled, hiding her displeasure in her heart. “I understand, CEO Storm, be rest assured, I won’t make things difficult for you with Miss Grace.”

Eder nodded, his long and proud legs stepping out of the car, taking the lead to get out.

Immediately, Eric followed suit, going to the other side to help Ava open the car door.

As soon as the two appeared, they became the focus of everyone’s attention, with camera flashes clicking all around them.

Ava effortlessly handled such scenes, her smile elegant and noble. The two of them entered side by side, but they maintained a perfect distance, not even brushing against each other’s clothing.

Throughout the subsequent social interactions and engagements, Ava remained well–behaved and maintained an appropriate distance.

Eder’s guard against her loosened slightly.

Grace had arrived at the venue long before the two of them.

However, she didn’t enjoy socializing, so she had been sitting in an secluded corner with Tom, savoring her wine.

Tom drank cup after cup, his face filled with gloom.

Grace was puzzled. “What’s wrong with you? Who made you unhappy again?”

Tom pouted in frustration. “Eder!”

“Huh?” Grace was puzzled. “You came to S City, and you haven’t even talked to him, right? How did he manage to bother you?”

“He intercepted you before I reached the legal age for marriage. Now, with the commercial alliance between the Grant and Smith families, I probably won’t have a chance in this lifetime!”

Grace couldn’t help but chuckle and playfully flick his forehead with her finger.

“What are you thinking! Even if I’m not engaged to him, I don’t like men younger than me!”

Tom grumbled, “You’re talking nonsense! You said you liked me before!”

any illusions about me, or

wine in his glass, comforting himself. “Although I don’t have the fortune to marry you in this lifetime, it’s still

his train

still hadn’t seen Eder. Deciding to find an excuse to leave her seat, she said, “I’m going to the restroom,

in the hotel garden. Eder and

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The Millionaire

but feel that addressing you as “Storm would create

free to call me whatever makes you

with a sweet tone, “Storm, did I perform well during the social

expression.

brought a wide smile to her face, as if she had just received a bag of

“good” or “satisfactory.” Essentially,

contentment.

to praise her with a single sentence!

to find a quiet spot

her high heeled shoes that added an extra

the pebble

were serene, with dimly lit street lamps that cast a hazy aura on their figures from behind.

silently walked, his hands tucked into his suit pants pockets, exuding an air of nobility with a hint of rebelliousness. As long as Ava remained

pace, and the atmosphere grew unusually calm,

stone

dear!” Reacting instinctively, she leaned

narrowly avoiding any physical contact.

teetered on the brink of a fall, Eder swiftly extended his hand to offer

Ava’s complexion turned pale, and she tightly clung

about to push her away, he caught sight of a woman in a red dress standing

her hands crossed, observing quietly. Her eyes were filled with a mix of sarcasm and coldness

what I have to

a disdainful

However, Ava, who stood in front of him, seemed terrified

like I’ve twisted my foot. It’s really

gloved hand, he grabbed her by the neck,

you? You purposely pretended to trip and fall onto me, making me look

her. Is

her face flushed, struggling to catch her breath. “Storm, what doyou mean? I don’t understand. My foot is truly twisted, and it hurts. If you don’t believe me, you can check it yourself. I’m not trying to deceive you…

better

verifying whether she was lying or

outweighed everything else. He turned to chase after her, but Ava once again grabbed onto his sleeve.

with a

Ms. Grace. You’re pouring all your love into her, but she will only end up hurting you more deeply. She might be willing to be with

menacing glare, ruthlessly shaking off her hand and rushing after

falling to the ground. She didn’t mind the mud that

on Eder’s retreating figure, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and her face lit up with an exuberant smile.