The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 132

Chapter 132 He repeated this process several times. When he looked up at the time again, he realized it was already 4 a.m. It’s so late, and she still hasn’t returned. Is the celebration banquet taking this long? Edgar sat blankly on the sofa, and suddenly, the scene of Grace’s dinner party inexplicably appeared in his mind, where everyone was cheering and urging Grace and Adrain to have a toast. He immediately stood up. No! Absolutely not! He turned around and headed towards the door, but before le reached the garden, he was stopped. by Fifteen and Seventeen. “Mr. Fallen, it’s very late. You can’t go out in the middle of the night.” “I’m going to find Grace.” Fifteen and Seventeen remained unmoved. “Miss will come hack after she finishes handling things, and besides, she has Brother Eleven protecting her. Just be patient and wait.” Edgar frowned, his face growing cold. If it were Eleven tonight, things might be easier to negotiate. Fifteen and Seventeen had always disliked him, and they couldn’t be bothered to say a word to him unnecessarily. Helpless, Edgar had no choice but to turn back and continue waiting. The waiting time was often the longest and most agonizing. During this time, he thought about many things. He vaguely recalled the many times Grace had called him over the past three years, hoping he would come home for dinner. Sometimes he would make a few perfunctory remarks, sometimes he would be too lazy to talk to her and simply hang up, not returning home for two or three consecutive days. So this was what it felt like to wait all night long… He looked up and stared at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, his gaze following the movement ofNôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

the minute hand. Unconsciously, he fell asleep on the sofa. He didn’t know how long had passed when the sound of the door opening woke him up.

Seeing that it was indeed Grace who came in, his face lit up. He stood up to greet her. “You’re back. The food has gotten cold, I’ll heat it up now.” Grace rejected his offer expressionlessly. “No need, I’ve already had breakfast.” “Breakfast? Edgar turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 7 a.m. She didn’t come back last night… She stayed out all night. And he sat on the sofa, waiting the entire night. Edgar felt a strange sensation in his heart. “Why didn’t you come back last night? Were you drunk? Where did you sleep? Did you stay with Adrain the whole night? Did he lay a hand on you?” Grace remained silent. What did Adrain have to do with anything? And with so many questions, which one should she answer first? 14:17 The Millionaire and His billonaire Ex wife As she changed into slippers, she replied, “Last night, Abigail got drunk, so I took her back to her place. She was dizzy and vomited at night, so I took care of her throughout the night.” Edgar stood frozen in place. Abigail Green? That trainee who debuted? D amn it, he shouldn’t only be cautious with men but guard against women too? Grace rubbed her sore shoulders and was about to go upstairs. Edgar grabbed her wrist tightly. “Grace, I spent nearly three hours preparing that table of food last night. I meant it sincerely. Would you like to…” Before he could finish the phrase “give me face and taste it,” Grace interrupted him with a cold gaze. “So what? I’ve already eaten. If you haven’t had breakfast, you can eat it.”

His heart suddenly ached, and her words suffocated him, leaving him unable to speak for a long time. Seeing that he had nothing more to say, Grace forcibly released her hand and went upstairs to her room. Edgar watched her retreating figure and then turned his head to see the table of carefully prepared dishes from last night, still neatly arranged and untouched. The presentation was still exquisite. but the food had grown cold, just like a chilled heart. A feeling of indescribable loss and guilt surged in his heart. Grace came down the stairs after changing into a new outfit. As she walked through the staircase, she saw him standing there in a daze. She coughed softly, bringing his thoughts back. “Hurry up and eat the food, then change into clean clothes. Come out with me.” “Where are we going?” Grace smirked. “To the Fallen Family Mansion.” — A loud bang echoed through the air. The residents of the Fallen Family Mansion were still asleep when they were startled awake by the sudden noise. Greg quickly led his wife, Hailey, downstairs to investigate. Their daughter, Joyce, was frightened, and ran down the stairs, asking, “Mom, Dad! Is it an earthquake? Is it an earthquake?” The three of them wore bewildered expressions and discovered a crowded group of people in the hall only after reaching the first floor. Grace sat on the main sofa, pouring tea, presenting herself as if she were the mistress of the house. Four handsome and tall bodyguards stood behind her couch in a well-trained manner, while Edgar stood by the side of her couch. The group of people had a serious expression, exuding an intimidating presence, as if they were here

to collect a debt. The Fallen family exchanged bewildered looks, all wearing a puzzled expression. As they approached, Grace took the lead and smiled, “It seems that life hasn’t been going well for the Fallen family lately. Even the se rvants have been dismissed. In such a grand mansion like the Fallen residence, not even a tea server is left. I can only rely on my bodyguards.” 14:17 The Mallaire and its limity Ex Wife T Greg knew she was deliberately mocking them but couldn’t refute her. The Fallen residence had always relied on the monthly dividends from the shares of the Fallen Group to sustain their livelihood. However, after the recent downfall of the Fallen Group caused by Jade and Yvonne, it was uncertain how long it would take for them to regain their former glory and receive any dividends. Therefore, they had been living a frugal life during this period. With a grim expression, Greg’s tone was unpleasant. “Is this how you enter someone else’s house? Don’t you know how to knock? And what was that loud noise just now? What did you do?” “Oh dear! Such a calamity! My poor door! You all have gone too far!” His wife, Hailey, quickly realized what had happened and hurriedly went out to check, feeling a pang of distress. Grace tilted her head, giving a wry smile to express her helplessness. “It’s just that the door of the Second Master’s house was already in disrepair. When my bodyguard Fifteen knocked on it with a little force, it just fell apart by itself. I couldn’t help it. I was merely helping the Second Master clean up the garbage.” Greg felt like he was about to cough up blood. That iron door was so thick, how could it be knocked off by a mere hand? It was clearly kicked open! However, Greg had watched the talent show last night, as he was dragged by Joyce to see it. He knew that this woman was not only the behind the scenes boss of Angle, but also the current CEO and largest shareholder of the Fallen Group. It was evident that Patric and Tom were powerful figures

supporting her. Confronting her head on would only result in his defeat. So, he shifted his target to Edgar. Wearing a look of sorrow, he said, “Edgar, look at her. Although she is your ex-wife, she used to listen to you the most. Are you just going to let her bully our Fallen family?” The phrase “used to listen to you the most” struck a chord in Edgar’s heart. So everyone knew that she used to love him deeply, except for himself. He had even ignored all her efforts. Suppressing the emotions surging in his heart, Edgar stared coldly at his uncle and spoke in a harsh tone. “Uncle, you secretly gave my mother some malicious advice and gave her two packets of inferior products, which nearly caused a major disaster. How do you explain this?”