Chapter 133
The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife
Did he guess it? Or did Yvonne sell him out?
Greg stumbled back two steps.
After steadying himself, he grinned, pretending to be clueless. âNephew, what do you mean by that?
Uncle doesnât understand.â
Edgar had a cold expression and didnât fall for his act at all.
Seeing him remain silent, Greg discreetly glanced at the bodyguards behind Grace. They all had grim faces, looking fierce as if they were about to devour someone.
Worried that his family might be affected, he turned his head and signaled Hailey with his eyes. âJoyce hasnât freshened up yet. Hurry and take her upstairs to wash. We canât afford to lose decorum in front of esteemed guests.
âOkay,â Hailey understood and turned to pull her precious daughter. âJoyce, letâs go.â
Before they could climb the stairs, Graceâs four bodyguards swiftly blocked their path. Eleven and Twelve blocked the staircase, while Fifteen and Seventeen guarded the entrance.
âWhat⦠What are you doing? Youâre being too arrogant! This is my house,â Greg exclaimed, his face turning red with anger.
Joyce felt a bit scared and hid in Haileyâs embrace.
âIf we donât clarify things today, no one will be able to leave,â Grace smiled, lifted the tea cup from the table, and took a sip.
She remained calm and aloof, leaving the Fallen family confused.
Greg sighed, his expression slightly complex, before speaking. âActually, itâs not like that. When I learned that my younger sister was working as a servant in the old residence, I went to visit her. I didnât know where she got those two packets of medicine from. She told me about her plan and asked for my help, but I didnât agree. I even tried to dissuade herâ¦â
He paused, as if realizing something. âJudging from this situation, did she really succeed?â âAnd you.
former nieceâinâlaw, did anything happen to you? I heard that medicine is quite potent. Itâs all my fault.
I should have tried to persuade her again,â he sighed, filled with regret.
With these two statements, not only did he clear himself of the matter, but he also strengthened the family relationship on both sides.
Grace furrowed her brows slightly. âIn the future, please address me as General Manager Grace or Miss Grace according to the company hierarchy. Hearing the phrase âformer nieceâinâlawâ makes me sick.â
After she finished speaking, she looked at Edgar standing beside her with a teasing look in her eyes.
âHe said it was Yvonne who actively asked him for it, but Yvonne said he instigated it. Whom do you think I should believe?â
Edgar stared sternly at Greg and sneered, âUncle, blaming everything on a woman when things go wrong isnât very manly of you.â
Edgar agreed with her.
Gregâs face flushed, and he pointed at Edgar, cursing, âYouâre just Graceâs servant now. The master speaks, and you have no right to interrupt. Go away.â
The speed at which he changed his tune was truly impressive, Grace detested these cunningâold-
www foxes who could say one thing to someoneâs face and another behind their back..
Not interested in listening to his nonsense, she waved her hand, and Eleven placed a square, exquisite black and gold gift box on the coffee table.
âWhat is this?â Greg looked bewildered.
Grace smiled lightly, curling her lips. âThis is a small gift I brought today for the Fallen Family Mansion.
Second Young Master Fallen, why donât you open it and see?â
Greg didnât respond. Although he couldnât understand what she was up to, he felt a hint of ill intentions behind her smile.
Hailey, on the other hand, heard that it was a gift and smiled politely. âMiss Grace, itâs such a kind.
gesture for you to bring a gift. Thank you so much.â
She walked over and saw the beautifully crafted black and gold box on the coffee table, and assume that the contents inside would be of high quality.
Curiosity piqued, she opened the box, but what she saw inside left her dumbfounded. There were thirty small bottles, each about half the size of a fist, arranged neatly and in perfect order. She randomly picked one and opened it, finding transparent liquid inside with a strange odor.
âWhat⦠What is this?â
Eleven answered, âThese are carefully prepared by Miss for the Fallen Family Mansion. Each person should drink one bottle daily.â
Greg couldnât understand what game Grace was playing. He approached and smelled it, his face changing drastically. He quickly took the bottle from Haileyâs hand and put the lid back on.
âAre all of these M drugs?â
Grace supported her chin with her hand and smiled radiantly.
âNot all of them. Besides the ones that canât kill people, there are also laxatives, itching powders, and such. Among the thirty bottles, five of them are filled with syrup. The chances of getting syrup are much higher than winning the lottery, donât you think?â
âYou⦠youâ¦â
Greg and his wife were shocked by her words, unable to say anything for a while.
Joyce understood and became terrified. âDad, I donât want to drink it! I donât want to drink this kind of stuffâ¦â
The family huddled together, trembling.
âYouâre going too far! Even if you donât consider our past family ties, this has nothing to do with me.
Iâ¦â
Grace raised her hand to interrupt Gregâs sophistry. âYou know the truth, and I know it too. Besides, this isnât solely because of this matter.â
Greg was puzzled. âWhat did I do to offend you?â
âYou used to help Yvonne sabotage me in front of Grandfather. I havenât forgotten, and I donât think you have either. Along with the incident of you slapping Edgar, and now the Mâdrug, itâs fair to hold you accountable for all three crimes,â she replied.
Standing nearby, Edgar keenly heard that statement, and his heart suddenly felt a touch of sweetness. She still remembered how Greg had hit him and even stood up for him. Did this mean she still cared for him in her heart?
Greg also noticed that particular remark. âEdgar is the offspring of our Fallen family. As an elder.
whatâs wrong with me giving him a slap? Itâs outrageous of you to include that in your accusations.â
Grace responded, âHe is my servant, and only my people can discipline him. The Fallen family members are not allowed to.â
Only my people, not just meâ¦
Patric was also included in that category. Edgarâs happiness instantly diminished.
Greg was speechless. But to expect him to drink a bottle of medicine like a lottery every day was worse than killing him directly.
âRegardless, I will never admit to what you said, nor will I ever drink any of those,â he firmly stated.
Grace chuckled upon hearing this.
âI didnât come here today to negotiate with you,â she said, casting a glance at Eleven.
Eleven immediately placed a stack of photocopies in front of the three individuals. âTake a look. Here we have Madame Fallenâs confession, evidence of your involvement in purchasing Mâdrugs on the black market, and a timeline of the entire incident. Now, you have two options: either go to court with JC and face charges, or accept Missâs gift.â
The three individualsâ faces turned pale.
Greg was shocked and couldnât utter a word. In such a short time, this woman had completely exposed everything about him?
He had paid for his silence on the black market!
Hailey pleaded, âHusband, you canât go to jail! Youâre the pillar of our family. If you fall, what will happen to me and Joyce?â
Joyce added, âYes, Dad, you canât go to prison! Once you have a criminal record, how can I hold my head up in front of those socialite friends? No elite young man from a prestigious family would be willing to marry me. Iâll end up unmarried, Dad!â
Greg found himself torn between two choices, his eyes welling up with tears as he looked at his wife and daughter. âBut itâs also distressing for me to see you drink that torturous stuff every day, my heart aches too!â
Hailey and Joyce exchanged glances. âWhy should we drink it? Itâs your fault, so canât you just pick three bottles at once?â
Greg: â???â