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.

getting late. Tomorrow is a work day. Mr. Fallen, Mr. Smith, you

leave, Edgar took two steps forward and tried to

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and stopped him. Looking gloomy and ferocious, he

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

bother to think

I’m not hungry.

gloomy, but Patric burst

Grace spoke so straightforwardly!

a round, Patric looked at Edgar provocatively and asked Grace, “Girl, it’s getting

two men looking at each

was speechless, thinking, “They

hoped that they could be out of her sight at the same time so

I want to

in

two men in the garage were looking at each other

Smiling meaningfully, he said, “It seems that you don’t know much

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

you.”

this, his

felt extremely happy and said, “Mr. Fallen, please keep your eyes on the person in front of you. Don’t think about someone you’ve lost and

that, he walked briskly upstairs with

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 one knew what

distance, Tim became more and

“Mr. Fallen is actually going to go up against Patric for

that fair to Miss

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

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said that he would marry Miss Mellis and take good care of her. It makes me really sad to see him

text message to Nancy reluctantly, briefly telling her what had

that Nancy could win back Edgar’s

“Tim, let’s go!”

to have thought of something. After shouting, he quickly got into the car

thinking and trotted to the driver’s

Grace was lost.

that the signal was weak. She happened to be driving on the most complicated forked road in Frant City, so she was

had circled twice on the same

saw a familiar car behind her. Abruptly, she found

she found

thought, “Is

following me?” She was