The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 118

These past few days, Grace had already been feeling troubled, and now Anna had walked right into her

line of fire.

Anna was dragged out while crying.

The room finally quieted down, and Grace sat beside Abigail’s hospital bed, attentively peeling an

apple for her.

Abigail stared at her intently and smiled with gratification. “It’s been so many years since we last met,

and you’ve changed so much. But now you have such determination in your actions, and I really like it.”

“You can be like that too,” Grace replied.

Abigail’s gaze dimmed. “No, I’m different. I’m different from all the other trainees here. They either have

connections with companies or come from wealthy families, but I only have myself.”

Setting the apple aside, Grace held Abigail’s hand. “You managed to stand out among a hundred

trainees solely based on your own merits, and made it step by step to the finals. Don’t you think you’re

amazing?”

“But I’m only ranked fifteenth and won’t debut. Anna told me that the debut spots have already been.

decided through under-the-table deals with major companies. I don’t have a chance,” Abigail lamented.

Grace chuckled.

This was her company, her organized program. She had personally informed the staff not to accept any

bribes or pre-arranged debut spots. Who could understand this better than her?

Abigail had a good appearance; though not stunning at first glance, she had a lasting charm.

She was a cute and innocent girl.

With her appearance and talent, Abigail could go a long way in the entertainment industry. Whether it

was out of friendship or for the company’s interests, Grace intended to support Abigail wholeheartedly!

“Don’t worry, there will never be any pre-arranged spots in my program. As long as you work hard,

you’ll have opportunities. Moreover, even if you don’t successfully debut this time, I will sign you as an

S-level artist under Angle.”

Tears glistened in Abigail’s eyes. She hit her lip incredulously, holding back her tears.

Grace gently touched her head. “This time, give it your all and strive toward your goal.”

“Thank you, Grace… Although you never told me who you are, I know you’re an amazing girl,” Abigail

said, embracing her with gratitude.

“If any other trainees bully you in the future, stand up to them directly! The weaker you appear, the

more they’ll take advantage of you. Only when you stand up will they fear you. Don’t be afraid; from

now on, I’ll be your support system!”

Abigail held her tightly, feeling something firming up in her heart.

As soon as Grace left that evening, when Abigail had just left the medical room, she was blocked in the

restroom by Hanna and her two lackeys. Since it was the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, there were no

cameras recording in the base, and the restroom was even less likely to have surveillance.

Hanna rushed back to the base after learning about Anna’s inexplicable disqualification. She-

intended to teach Abigail a lesson so that she would never dare to complain again. Abigail was forced

into a corner, trembling with fear. Grace’s words from earller suddenly flashed in her mind. She gritted

her teeth, grabbed the dirty mop from the corner, and waved it in a show of defiance toward the three

people.

Hanna, let me tell you, in the past, I tolerated you, but from now on, don’t you dare touch me again!”

“Hehe, sure! Let’s play a game and see if you can handle three against one!”

The four girls quickly engaged in a brawl, screams echoing in the restroom, chaos reigning.

Grace learned about this incident the next morning,

Hanna had a bruised and swollen face from being beaten up, and she threatened to hire a lawyer to

sue Abigail for personal injury.

Beth stood by and commented, “She couldn’t even handle three against one. How shameless to be the

first to file a complaint.”

Grace laughed too. “I’ll leave this matter to you. Whether Hanna wants to hire a lawyer or play any

other tricks, we’ll stick with it and support Abigail”

“No problem, Director!”

While Grace was busy with work for the next few days, someone else wasn’t idle either.

Bay Villa.

Grace hadn’t come back for three consecutive days, and Edgar didn’t understand why he felt so

unhappy. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would see images of Grace and Patric together…

Just thinking about that scene made him feel uncomfortable, as if something was wrong with him. Why

was it like this?

He used to think he liked Nancy, but later he realized that his feelings for Nancy were just out of a

man’s responsibility and sisterly care.

But Grace was different. She always stirred up many emotions in him, such as anger, surprise,

tenderness, and guilt.

Was she a special presence for him? Although his thoughts were a mess, he also kept himself busy

these days.

By pretending to go out and letting the hidden bodyguards intervene, he found the hiding spots of the

two guards who stayed at the villa and observed their routines,

He had figured it out. If Grace didn’t come back tonight, it would be a good opportunity to meet with

Eric. He sat on the sofa, lost in thought, when the door connecting the living room to the garden.

suddenly opened.

Thinking that it was Grace returning, Edgar stood up to greet her.

But the person who entered was not Grace; it was Bart. Behind Bart were three tall men who walked in

with an imposing manner, glaring at him with unfriendly eyes.

Edgar felt a hint of threat and looked at Bart calmly, asking, “What is this about?”

Just as he finished speaking, the three men behind Bart suddenly approached him with a fierce

expression. Two of them stood behind him, restraining his shoulders.

The other one walked up to him, raising his palm menacingly, ready to strike his face that had just

healed.

Bart stopped him just in time. “Young Master Patric said no hitting on the face! With his small build,

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can he withstand more than a few blows from you? Don’t ruin his face, which has such good looks.”

Young Master Patric?

Edgar narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered, “I don’t know where I offended Young Master Patric, but

is he planning to beat me up?”

Bart imitated Patric’s cold tone and said, “You didn’t offend Young Master Patric, but you hurt Miss

Grace. Young Master Patric must punish you for that!”

Huh, Patric is feeling sorry for Grace and wants to stand up for her. Edgar found it quite strange.

“So, this is Young Master Patric’s idea, not Grace’s?”

Bart fell silent for a moment.

“Does it make any difference? As Miss Grace’s contracted ser vant, you shouldn’t have had any ill

intentions in the first place! Not only did you sneak into her room late at night, but you also caused her

injury. Shouldn’t you be punished?”

Although the injury to Grace was not his intention, it was indeed caused by him. He should bear the

responsibility for this. Moreover, judging by the posture of the people Patric sent, it seemed that things

wouldn’t end well today.

“Release me. Whatever punishment you want, I’ll take it.”

“Good! Mr. Fallen is quite courageous.”

Bart signaled the two who were restraining him, and they smartly let go.

“The punishment is simple. Young Master Patric has taken your current physical condition into

consideration. He will give you a hundred strokes with a cane as a warning. How about that? It won’t be

too difficult for you, right?”

Bart pulled out two thick, vine-like canes from somewhere and grinned as he stared at him.

Originally, Patric had planned to use a horsewhip.

But that thing could break the skin of a tough horse, let alone Edgar, who had been injected with a

special drug and was fragile. Patric was afraid that if he couldn’t withstand a few strikes, he might end

up dead, and it would be hard to explain to Grace.

But the cane was different. It wouldn’t easily draw blood, but it could make someone suffer excruciating

pain, especially the next day when the bruises would swell and throb.

That feeling, tsk tsk, was quite tortuous…

Edgar was well aware of this, and his lips curled with a sense of irony.

“Indeed, it’s simple. Young Master Patric is truly magnanimous.”