The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 201

Chapter 201 This was the first time Joan had encountered such a shameless man, leaving her speechless with shock. Grace burst into laughter upon hearing it. Joan was used to being arrogant and lawless. But now she met Edgar. “Grace…” She pouted at Grace, her eyes watery, wanting to continue her complaints but afraid of revealing her true gender. Grace’s expression turned serious as she looked at her. “Joan, he didn’t say anything. He can only listen to my orders. You live with me, eat and use my things. Don’t you think it’s too much to attack my people?” Joan was taken aback. Grace continued. “This is not the Knight family. Although I treat you as my sister, I won’t spoil you without boundaries.” “Grace…” “Tomorrow, I’m going to 5 City. I’ll buy you a plane ticket. Come with me. “Ah! Leaving tomorrow? I haven’t had enough fun with you for three days! Grace” Grace ignored her coquettish behavior. What if she didn’t bring joan back to the Knight family? Did she want to leave her at the Cloud View Villa and spend two days alone with Edgar? “You’ve been away for a few days. It’s time for you to go back,” Grace said, pushing Joan’s shoulder, a little displeased. “Go upstairs, change your clothes, and then come down. Wear a nightgown. Who are you trying to seduce?” Joan pouted and reluctantly went upstairs. As Joan disappeared, Grace turned her gaze back to Edgar. He seemed genuinely happy, with a smile on his face even reaching his eyebrows. Grace sneered at him. “Don’t you think she looks pretty in her nightgown?” Edgar raised his hand innocently, surrendering. I’m innocent! I didn’t even pay attention to what color she was wearing. Besides, in my eyes, you have the best figure. I only enjoy looking at you.” Enough of these tiresome words, Grace thought. She changed the subject, “Are you bored comparing flirt skills

with a twenty-year-old girl?” Edgar pointed at the shattered glass on the ground. “My crystal glass. If you break it, you have to pay.” Edgar looked at her dotingly, “Okay, I’ll pay, is ten times enough?” NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Barely.” Grace raised her eyebrows, her tone a little arrogant. Edgar affectfonately looked at Grace’s bright face and mirrored her smile in his heart. He had the urge to pull her into his arms and never let go, but he may not have that chance. The following day, Grace took the day off from work, a rare occurrence. She stayed at home, watching TV shows while attending to business matters on her phone. Edgar washed the fruit and sat on the small sofa next to her, quietly peeling an Joan dragged Eleven and her bodyguards to play on a swing in the courtyard. Peaceful days always passed quickly. The next day, Grace and Joan packed their bags and bid farewell. Edgar conscientiously helped 12:16 Chapter 201 Grace carry her suitcase downstairs, while Twelve carried Joan’s luggage. Patric was worried and wanted to accompany them back to S City. They would meet at the airport. Edgar offered to drive them, but Grace declined. “I’m going to 5 City for a few days. You don’t have to go to Fallen Group. Belinda is there, so it shouldn’t be a problem for you to stay at the villa for two days. I’ll leave Fifteen. Seventeen and Nineteen here.” “You’ll only be gone for two days, so bring two more people and leave Nineteen at the villa. I’m not going anywhere, and I don’t need so many people watching over me. The five of them together won’t be able to stop me.” Grace contemplated for a moment and realized he was right, so they left Nineteen behind. Joan had already sat in the car, waiting with a gloomy expression on her face. After Grace finished her

arrangements, she went to open the car door. “What are you doing Joan started to say but was abruptly pulled into Edgar’s embrace. “Be careful on the road and remember to eat well,” Edgar said. 14 “Mmm.” Grace responded in a light and expressionless tone. It was just a couple of days away, not a life or death separation. But she refrained from making any sarcastic remarks to Edgar. She released herself from his embrace, opened the car door, and got in. As the car started, Edgar stood there, his black eyes fixed on the direction the car was moving away. Nineteen Nineteen stood beside him, observing his focused expression. After a few moments, reminded him, “Mr. Fallen, Miss has already left. It’s winter, and it’s cold outside. You’re still injured. Please go back Edgar remained silent, unmoving. Nineteen couldn’t persuade him and had no choice but to go inside. Grace met Patric at the airport, and they boarded the plane together. Patric brought a small blanket to help her, and Grace accepted without refusing. However, her gaze was fixed on the window throughout the flight. She couldn’t explain it, but as soon as she boarded the plane, an uneasy feeling washed over her, causing her eyelids to twitch. Patric also noticed her discomfort and handed her an oral solution. “Perhaps it’s because you haven’t been back to S City for a long time.” Grace couldn’t understand why she felt so agitated. “Maybe.” 5 City was far from Frant City, so by the time they disembarked, it was already evening. Grace arranged for Joan to be sent back to the Knight family first before heading to Patric’s villa in S City. The villa was conveniently located near La Quinta Ville, where Logan resided. She had a meeting with Patric and Beven, spending hours making plans for the next day. After finalizing everything, she rubbed her shoulders lazily.

Now, all that was left was to wait for tomorrow! After freshening up, she returned to her room and climbed into bed. Perhaps due to exhaustion from the journey, she fell asleep within minutes. However, her sleep was restless. She had a peculiar dream. The buildings around her were engulfed in flames, cra ckling with Chapter 201 intensity. Amidst the fire stood a tall man, his body covered in blood and scars. Although his back was turned to her, something about him seemed familiar. Then, as he sta ggered and turned around, the firelight revealed his handsome face. Could it be Edgar?! His face was smeared with blood, and traces of it still dripped from the corner of his mouth. Sorrow and pain filled his black eyes. The blood on his body suggested a recent fierce battle, and he weakly fell to his knees. “Grace, Grace” ” Grace woke up from her deep slumber and found herself sitting on the edge of her bed. She glanced at her phone to check the time, discovering it was two in the morning. The vividness of the dream lingered in her mind, haunting her thoughts. Edgar’s desperate and unwilling cries for her echoed within her. It felt unnervingly real Feeling restless and unsettled. Grace couldn’t shake off the sense of unease. She reached for her phone and dialed Edgar’s number, hoping to find some solace in hearing his voice. The phone connected, but there was no response from the other end. Why wasn’t he picking up? Growing increasingly anxious, Grace dialed again. And again. And again. On her fourth attempt, the call finally connected. A low, familiar voice came through the line, “What’s wrong?”