The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 195

Chapter 195 Edgar raised his head to look at her, his thin lips curling into a flattering smile. Grace stared deeply at him, her gaze piercing. Tonight, he truly deserved punishment. If she didn’t teach him a lesson, she would feel unsatisfied. She extended her hand and placed it in front of him. “Give me the belt.” Edgar didn’t hesitate and swiftly untied the metal buckle, handing it over to her. Then, he turned around, giving her his back. Grace’s entire body trembled, and she folded the belt in half, her eyes filled with determination But just as she was about to swing the belt, her gaze involuntarily fell on the palm-sized burn mark on his back. The flesh was bright red, and the wounds were fierce, drawing attention. This injury was caused by him shielding her, otherwise, it would have been her face. As this realization struck her, Grace’s heart grew complicated. She sighed silently, her whole being deflating. Did she really start to feel sorry for him? This feeling made her uncomfortable. The three years she spent in the Fallen family were like hell. She never experienced the slightest warmth. After the divorce, she witnessed Edgar’s change and sincerity in her eyes. But” She would never walk the same old path again! She tried to dismiss these thoughts and emotions, but in the end, it was she who got hurt. Her grip on the belt tightened, her hands trembling as if she had made a decision. With gritted teeth. she swung the belt forcefully. Slap! A crisp sound echoed in the room. Grace aimed the blow away from the wound in the middle of his back, leaving a deep red and swollen mark on the smooth, honey-colored skin beside it. Edgar remained motionless, not uttering a word or even flinching. Only the muscles all over his body

subconsciously tightened, as if he couldn’t feel the pain. Grace stared at the red mark she had left, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the wound in the middle of his back. The sight of the bl oody injury burned into her eyes. Suddenly, a whirlwind of emotions engulfed her, and she couldn’t endure it a second time.

“Put on your clothes and leave!” She stomped her foot on his shoulder and tossed the bell back to him. “Get out, I’m tired. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.” With those words, she lifted the quilt and retreated to the bed, turning her back to Edgar. Caught off guard, Edgar stag gered slightly. Slowly, he fastened his belt and retrieved the shirt and suit from the dressing table. Since the bandage was removed, wearing them directly would soil the clothes, so he held them in his hands. When he glanced back, he saw Grace lying on the bed, still wearing her coat. It couldn’t be comfortable to sleep like that. “Grace, you’re still wearing your coat. It won’t be comfortable for you to sleep,” he said. 12:31 The Millen Jillamaire Ex wife Chapter 195 Grace secretly clenched her teeth. “I don’t mind. Hurry up!” Edgar didn’t move, standing at the foot of her bed, his gaze fixed on her. Sensing his stare, anger surged through Grace. She abruptly sat up, her face puffed up with anger. Grabbing the pillow beside her, she hurled it at Edgar “Get out!” Edgar caught the pillow and placed it on the dressing table. Undeterred, she threw another pillow. Edgar effortlessly caught the second pillow, a gentle smile on his fare. Grace was seething with anger and began hurling various items from the bedside table-tissue boxes,

decorations, and books-at him. But no matter what she threw, Edgar caught each item with ease, placing them neatly on the dressing table. The smile on his face seemed indulgent. However, in Grace’s eyes, it felt like a provocation. Her frustration reached its peak, and she rummaged through the bedside table, searching for something. Her hand finally settled on the lanp, Seeing her intentions, Edgar quickly raised his hands in surrender. “Don’t! I was wrong. I’ll leave. immediately. Grace glared at him fiercely until he closed the door and disappeared completely, then she placed. the lamp back on the table. Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she retrieved the pillow she had thrown and proceeded to the bathroom to wash up. The next morning, Grace remained silent throughout breakfast. Ignoring whatever Edgar said, she finished her meal quietly and headed to Angle. Since she had handed Nick over to Edgar, all she had to do now was wait for the results. Upon arriving at the office, she first called her elder brother, Chris, and shared the name of the potion Edgar mentioned the previous night. Chris’s response aligned with Edgar’s explanation. Grace then contacted the Dark Bell organization to obtain a picture of the 540 strong corrosive agent. that caused her skin injury. Since it was a laboratory drug, ordinary searches wouldn’t yield any results. Ten minutes later, Dark Bell sent the picture to her. Carefully examining it, she confirmed that it indeed rese the injury on Edgar’s back. So, was he telling the truth this time? But if the injury didn’t pose a threat to her life, why did Nick claim that he had resolved the situation with Edgar?

Grace had a nagging feeling that she had missed a crucial detail, but she couldn’t quite recall it. She called Eleven and instructed him, “During this period, secretly follow Edgar and report his every move to me. Listen to what he has to say without exposing yourself.” Although Eleven didn’t understand the reason behind her request, he nodded in agreement. The Millirewire and En Fillionaire Ex wit 195 After Grace left, Edgar washed the dishes and tidied up the villa. Then, he headed to the outskirts to check on Nick’s situation. As soon as Eric spotted him, he trotted over, his face beaming. “Mr. Fallen, good morning.” Edgar glanced at him. “How is he?” Eric shook his head. “He’s not willing to explain anything. He’s been gradually climbing up the ladder to become the Director of the Secret Investigation Office, so he’s quite stubborn.” Edgar’s gaze turned cold as he looked toward the hut. “No matter how stubborn he is, I will make him yield. At the latest tomorrow, I’ll extract the truth from his mouth.” “Yes,” Eric respectfully replied, leaning closer to Edgar’s ear to whisper. “Mr. Fallen, your intuition was correct. There’s something off about this Nineteen. Yesterday, he drove his car to the outskirts, got out, and disappeared for more than ten minutes. He only returned when Miss Grace drove away.” Furrowing his brows, Edgar asked, “Do you know where he wea?” Eric shook his head. “He’s quite sly, and our people couldn’t keep up with him.” Edgar pursed his lips, deep in thought. With his dark eyes fixed on a paint in the distance, he made at decision. “Alright, I’ll leave it to you. I’ll return to Cloud View Villa.” Upon reaching the villa, Edgar didn’t head upstairs immediately. Instead, he made his way to the backyard. Grace hadn’t brought Nineteen to the company that day; she had left him at the villa. As Edgar arrived, Nineteen had just come downstairs from the surveilance post and was now washing his hands. When he noticed Edgar approaching, a smile formed on his face. “Mr. Fallen, what a coincidence!” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Edgar’s expression turned cold. “Unfortunately, I wasn’t looking for a coincidence. I came to find. you.” Nineteen’s smile faded, and he regarded Edgar with growing seriousness.