The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 21

From the distance, a discordant voice suddenly rang out.

It disturbed them in their ambiguous postures.

Patric stepped forward gloomily, forcefully pulled them apart, and swiftly swung his fist at Edgar’s face.

Edgar couldn’t dodge in time. He groaned in pain and was forced to take two steps back from Patric’s punch.

Pursing his lips, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Patric shielded Grace behind him. When she saw that Edgar had been hit, a hint of worry flashed through her eyes. Looking joyful, she held herself back from applauding.

Since Edgar dared to bully her, it was right for Patric to punch him!

Edgar should be tortured to death!

“I heard that you found a new girlfriend, Mr. Fallen, and you are still pestering your ex-wife. Isn’t that inappropriate?” Patric chuckled and looked as gentle and noble as ever, as if he wasn’t the one who had just punched Edgar.

Edgar raised his eyes and stared back. Even though his face was injured, he was not inferior to Patric at all.

He said, “After all, she used to be my ex-wife. What right do you have to protect her, Mr.

Smith?”

He deliberately emphasized that Grace was his ex-wife. He was like a proud male lion that refused to yield an inch in the face of an enemy that coveted its prey.

Patric thought, “Because I’m her brother!”

Patric gradually stopped smiling, looking indifferent.

However, before he could say anything, Grace tightened her grip on his arm.

Snorting, Patric said, “Mr. Fallen, you’re really interesting. Grace is an independent person. She has the right to choose who she likes. What right do you have to take her as your own possession?”

Their eyes met. Their auras were well matched. Neither of them gave in.

Hostility permeated the air. They wanted to kill each other, but there was no winner after several rounds.

In the whole garage, they were like each other’s core enemies.

Grace felt that she was almost suffocated by the hostility. After a whole day of work, she was exhausted. She just wanted to end this da m n mess as soon as possible.

late. Tomorrow is a work day.

to leave, Edgar took two steps forward and tried to stop

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forward and stopped him. Looking gloomy and ferocious, he was

Edgar was at Patric’s company, so he couldn’t be too arrogant in front of him. Looking at Grace with a smile, he said, “You haven’t eaten dinner yet, have you? Why don’t we eat together tonight

even bother

not hungry. No

was gloomy, but

Grace spoke so straightforwardly!

looked at Edgar provocatively and asked Grace, “Girl, it’s getting dark. Shall I send

her head and saw the two men looking at

thinking, “They are doing it

of her sight at

wearily, saying, “There’s no need. I want to familiarize

in the Santana and slipped

in the garage were looking at each other

he had won. Smiling meaningfully, he said, “It seems that you don’t know

at him flatly, saying, “I grew up with her, and I’m more familiar with her

you.”

Edgar heard this,

extremely happy and said, “Mr. Fallen, please keep your eyes on the person

walked briskly upstairs

seen what had happened from the surveillance camera early this time. He immediately ordered his staff to block off the garage at the lowest level and prevent any employees from going down. Otherwise, Grace would get into trouble again. In the garage, Edgar stood upright. Because of the dim light, his face was covered with a layer of darkness. No

from a distance, Tim became more and

to go up against Patric for

is that fair to

Mr. Fallen drove her abroad for the sake of Mr. Fallen. She has

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marry Miss Mellis and take good care of her. It makes me really sad to see him ignore

he secretly sent a text message to Nancy reluctantly, briefly telling

back Edgar’s heart when

“Tim, let’s go!”

he quickly

thinking and trotted to

Grace was lost.

this dam n e d navigation system. It kept showing that the signal was weak. She happened to be driving on the most complicated forked road

twice on the same

a familiar car behind her. Abruptly, she found that the car had

the rearview mirror, she found

thought, “Is it

still following me?” She was