The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Edgar maintained a calm expression and coldly remarked, “When I’m taking care of my needs, I don’t like to talk.” Eleven and Seventeen: “!!!” Could it be that this person was… It had only been fifteen minutes, and he was… doing that thing in the restroom? Wait, isn’t that a little too quick? Unconsciously, the two of them let their gaze drift downward from his face. Facing their shocked expressions, Edgar’s face darkened, realizing the misunderstanding. He meant using the restroom! However, since it had already been misunderstood, he couldn’t explain himself. In the end, he elegantly walked over to the sink and washed his hands. The two of them watched as he went to wash his hands. Well, alright, any man would understand. Why make things difficult for another man? Eleven and Seventeen completely believed his nonsense. After leaving the old residence, they stuffed the person back into the car and returned to the Bay Villa. Upon arriving at the villa, before Eleven and Seventeen hid in the shadows, they notified him, “Mr. Fallen, Miss Grace will probably be back in four hours. Although you’ve been out for a few hours today, you still have household chores to take care of before Miss Grace returns.” “I know.” F u Edgar showed no expression and, after speaking, pushed open the door and entered the villa. Grace was an hour late but finally finished work. Due to being squandered by Yvonne and Jade for a period of time, the Fallen family had many pitfalls, and the stock market was not as good as before. Grace could only put in more effort to try to bring the Fallen family back to its former glory as soon as possible, so she could pursue the Evans family for their debt.

When she returned to the Bay Villa, she didn’t rush inside. Instead, she called Eleven and Seventeen. out of their hiding spots. “Miss.” The two of them respectfully greeted her and began to report, “Mr. Fallen did not exhibit any unusual behavior today.” Grace was skeptical. “Is he really behaving so well? Are you sure you never let him out of your sight? They replied in unison, “Yes.”

“What did he say to Yvonne and Mia today? Tell me every word.” The two of them exchanged glances and started their report. After listening, Grace’s face remained expressionless. “Alright, I understand. You may leave now.” 13.27 The Millionaire and His ex wife Having grasped the general situation, she stepped through the front garden and pushed open the door to the living room. The living room was brightly lit, and there was a faint aroma of food. wasi Edgar, who was in the kitchen, heard the commotion and walked out, taking her slippers from the shoe cabinet and placing them in front of her. “You’ve had a long day today.” Grace quietly stood at the door, observing him. Although his tone sounded somewhat forced when he spoke, and his expression was icy, as if she owed him three million, at least he had carried out her orders. Grace had been busy with work all day and was tired. She didn’t feel like nitpicking any further. “Hmm,” she responded, turning to head upstairs. Edgar said, “The food is ready. You should eat before going upstairs.” Grace glanced at the steaming dishes on his dining table, suddenly recalling how he used to mock her when she waited up all night for him to come home for dinner. His face grew colder with each passing moment. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“You go ahead and eat. I’ve already caten.” She finished speaking and attempted to leave, but Edgar stepped forward, wearing a peculiar expression. “You’ve already eaten? Who did you eat with? Patric or Abigail?” Thinking of the man from earlier that day, Edgar’s face darkened. “It must have been Adrain, right? You finished your work discussion and then went out for dinner together?” Grace frowned. The tone, the expression…. Why did it feel like she was being interrogated by a suspicious spouse? “Edgar, understand your place. You are only my ser vant now. You have no right to inquire about who I eat with.” After finishing her words, she byp as sed him and went upstairs. As he watched her figure gradually disappear into the stairwell, Edgar’s demeanor suddenly grew ominous. Thinking about tonight’s test, he looked at the fruit knife in the fruit basket on the coffee table, his expression inscrutable. Late at night, 3 a.m. The entire villa seemed to be engulfed in sleep. This was when people were in their deepest slumber. Silver-gray moonlight seeped through the window, sca ttering sporadically on the man, who was soundly asleep in bed. However, the next second, the man opened his eyes indifferently, devoid of any sleepiness in his profound black pupils. He sat up, got out of bed quietly, and made his way downstairs, first to fetch the fruit knife from the fruit basket, then ascended to the third floor… Tonight, Grace slept restlessly. She felt as though something was staring at her from the shadows, and it persisted for a long time. This feeling… Why was it so similar to the night before the divorce? The Wollnnaire and the Billionum Faviln

Realizing something, she abruptly opened her eyes, and suddenly a gust of wind rushed by her ears. Without thinking, almost instinctively, she tightly gripped the blade, cutting her palm as the sharp edge sliced through. Fresh red blood dripped onto the bed sheets. Ignoring the pain, she quickly sat up. Her left hand, now free, estimated the distance to the man and swiftly slapped him with all her might. “Ah…” The slap landed squarely on the man’s face. He grunted and fell to the ground, releasing his grip on the knife handle. Grace hardly needed to guess. Besides him, there was no one else in the entire villa who would dare to wield a knife against her. She threw away the fruit knife and quickly turned on the bedside lamp. Sure enough, it was Edgar! She was furious. “Do you want to die? With your current strength, do you really think you can kill me?” Edgar wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty. When he looked up, the sight of the blood on the bed sheets and Grace’s hand was intensely striking. Was this woman foolish? She actually used her hand to grip the blade! He suddenly felt a twinge of guilt and remained silent. Grace glared at him, noticing his dull expression. “What are you staring at? Go get the first-aid kit!” “Okay…” Edgar swiftly got up from the ground and went downstairs to fetch the first-aid kit. As he stepped out of the room, he realized something A well-trained and excellent spy should have been aware of his presence when he entered the room. Although Grace reacted in time, it wasn’t quick enough. In fact, tonight was just a test. If she had reacted fast enough and tried to kill him in retaliation, he would have immediately given a secret signal to the undercover agents posing as ser vants outside. If there had been no reaction at all, he would have stopped his knife just before it pierced her skin.

But this foolish woman… Sigh. He sighed with a deeper sense of guilt, brought his hand to his lips, and made the bird call signal for retreat. Then he hastened his steps to go back upstairs. Inside the room, Grace’s gaze turned icy, piercing through to her very core as she saw him reenter. As they stood in front of him, she spoke in a dark tone. “Kneel!” Edgar hesitated for two seconds, his face showing resistance. While he did feel guilty, it didn’t mean he would allow her to press his dignity to the ground and tram ple on it! “A real man, regardless of poverty or lowliness, should stand tall and proud! Kneeling to the heavens, kneeling to the earth, and kneeling to parents, but not to…” “Well then, you refuse to kneel, right? It seems you enjoy being watched by others. In that case, I’ll have the bodyguards come in and assist you.” Grace impatiently interrupted him and gestured to activate the alarm button by the bedside. Before she could finish speaking, a mu ffled sound resonated. It was the sound of his knees hitting the floor. Edgar spoke with conviction, “But I am someone who can both bend and stretch.”