The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 123

“Boss, I just got close to the bodyguard Grace brought along. While he wasn’t paying attention, I

managed to make him unconscious. However, that bodyguard has a strong physique, so he’ll probably

wake up soon. Let’s get straight to the point!”

Eric spoke in a hushed tone, his expression serious.

“Son, who’s at the door?”

Yvonne heard some commotion and sat up, looking in their direction.

Edgar blocked her line of sight and sternly advised her, “Mom, I should return to the Bay Villa. Behave

yourself recently, and don’t mention what happened just now. Remember what I said.”

“Understood!”

Yvonne became a little impatient, but thinking about her own plan, she waved at him with a smile. “Go

quickly; it’s getting late. Hurry back.”

Edgar couldn’t afford to pay attention to her unusual behavior. He left with Eric and went to the rooftop

of the old residence to talk.

Eric said, “Boss, I found out that there is a person in the Smith family whose timeline matches with Miss

Grace. She is the youngest daughter of Ethan Smith, the head of the Smith family. However, she

disappeared. Six years ago, the Smith family suddenly announced her death, and the cause of death is

still unknown.”

Edgar furrowed his brows tightly. The better something was at hiding, the more suspicious it became.

He asked, “Can the database find a photo of this young lady?”

“No, there are no photos, not even a name. I heard that the Smith family held a very simple funeral for

her, but there is no information about where the tombstone is. Boss, do you think this girl might have

really died?”

Edgar pursed his lips and pondered.

After a moment, he shook his head. “The Smith family’s actions seem to suggest that they don’t care

about this daughter and don’t value her. But in reality, it’s quite the opposite. These actions only prove

that the Smith family cares deeply for her and is doing everything possible to protect her.” Eric thought

for a moment and found it reasonable. “So, is it possible that this young lady is indeed

Grace?”

“While I can’t be completely certain, I believe it’s her.”

As he spoke, a burning light flickered in Edgar’s deep black eyes.

He was overjoyed.

Patric massaging her legs, Patric blowing on her hands, her pushing and teasing Patric…

All those moments every single one of them were interactions between a brother and his sister!

He had actually suspected her of having an affair within their marriage. Now, thinking back, he felt truly

remorsefull

But…

His expression became solemn once again.

Since Grace is the daughter of the Smith family, why did she end up in the frant City Welfare

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Institution back then?

What happened in between?

Perhaps, this was also the reason why the Smith family wanted to protect her.

“If Miss Grace is truly the Smith family’s daughter, then….”

Suddenly, something occurred to Eric. He hurriedly took out his phone from his pocket, checked it

again, and his eyes lit up.

“Boss, last time Zack discovered that the Smith family’s little princess had once flown to Frant City on a

private plane thirteen years ago! The airport she landed at was Zack’s family’s airport, so he

unintentionally came across this record. However, he later found out that she had already died and

didn’t pursue it further.”

“If Miss Grace is indeed the Smith family’s daughter, then she… is very likely the girl you’ve been

searching for!”

While Erie spoke, he handed the phone to him, showing him the information from back then.

Edgar carefully read through it. “I will find an opportunity to confirm this information.”

The amount of information tonight was overwhelming, and he felt a bit overwhelmed. If Grace was

really the little girl who saved him thirteen years ago, then what had he done…..

He actually mistook her for Nancy and hurt Grace all these years, pushing her loving heart to become

cold and vengeful. Edgar’s heart ached with every beat.

Now, is it still possible to make amends…

After exchanging information with Eric, Edgar went downstairs to the first-floor lobby in a complex

mood.

Eighteen, whom Eric had placed on the sofa in the lobby, was still asleep and hadn’t woken up so

quickly. Edgar silently walked over and sat beside him.

Just as he sat down. Eighteen gradually woke up and, upon opening his eyes, saw Edgar’s

expressionless face.

Edgar said, “I didn’t expect you to fall asleep.”

Eighteen looked confused. “How could I fall asleep?”

Edgar said seriously, “I came out after our conversation and saw you lying here asleep. It was just you

alone. I waited for a full five minutes before you woke up. If Grace finds out about this, what will

happen? But don’t worry, I won’t tell her.”

Eighteen, still groggy from sleep, scratched his head. Without giving him a chance to react, Edgar got

up and walked outside.

“Let’s go. Because of you sleeping, we wasted five minutes.”

Eighteen was still pondering. He clearly remembered that a male ser vant came to chat with him, but

he ignored the person…..

“Hurry up! Grace won’t be happy if we go back late!”

Just as he was organizing his memories, Edgar interrupted him again, so he could only follow along

reluctantly and get into the car. When they returned to the Bay Villa, it was already dark outside.

Edgar stood by the window in the first-floor living room, gazing outside. Patric had left at some point,

leaving only Adrain and Grace still drinking at the dining table.

In the living room.

Adrain was downing one glass after another, his gaze somewhat intoxicated and a gloomy expression

on his face. “Grace, they say alcohol can chase away worries, but why do I feel even more bitter in my

heart after drinking so much?”

Grace had a high alcohol tolerance and never got drunk.

She simply smiled and said, “How can we believe what people from ancient times said? There’s also

the saying that borrowing wine to drown your sorrows will only make you even more sorrowful Adrain,

you’re drunk. I’ll have Seventeen or Eighteen send you back.”

“No! Grace, I’m not drunk! I have something to say to you..

Adrain shook his head and reached out to touch her hand. She calmly withdrew her hand without any

change in her expression.

“I’m not interested in what you want to say to me. It’s late, so go back.”

In Adrain’s tender peach blossom eyes, rejection was evident. He stood up, his figure swaying as he

walked towards her, and knelt down in front of her, his expression as serious as ever.

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“Grace, I know you hold a grudge against me because of Sarah. When I return to S City, I will definitely

educate her properly. But I truly like you. Edgar may have hurt you and let you down in

past, but I never will. I will only cherish and treasure you. Can you give me a chance to love you?”

Grace’s face remained indifferent, without uttering a word. She poured herself a glass of red wine, and

downed it in one gulp. The dark red liquid slid along the edge of her red lips.

She gently wiped it away with her hand, maintaining an elegant composure.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Adrain’s heart. “Grace, if you’re still uncertain about your feelings,

we can get engaged first, or we can start with dating.”

Just as Edgar reached the door and opened it slightly, he heard everything clearly. His face turned.

pale, and his fist clenched tightly.

That ba stard-was this a deliberate ploy to send Patric away and create an opportunity for a private

confession?

Seeing Grace about to respond, Edgar held his stomach and bent over, tightly pinching the flesh on his

thighs. His face instantly turned incredibly pale, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Then, with a fragile look on his face, he leaned against the door. “Grace, my stomach hurts…”