The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 308



Chapter 308

Nick squinted his eyes and glanced at Eder, suddenly bursting into maniacal laughter.

“So little sister Grace didn’t tell you everything. She even wants to keep the deal between her and me hidden from you. Your relationship with her is truly fragile and can’t withstand a single blow.”

Eder’s hand trembled slightly as he poured the tea, causing it to spill onto his hand, scalding his fingertips.

“Did I hit the nail on the head? Nick grew even more smug. “Tsk tsk, you’ve sacrificed so much for her, enduring the torment of illness for so long. If she ends up with me in the end, you will only meet a miserable fate. How tragic!”

Eder remained expressionless, displaying elegance and nobility in his every move. He picked up a wet towel from the table and wiped away the tea stains from his hand. He also applied a cold compress to his reddened fingertips.

“If you don’t speak, then I’ll continue hitting you,” Eder said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking. Eric immediately raised the stick.

Nick shouted, “I’ll talk! Of course, 111 talk!”

He desperately wanted Eder to know. It would make things even more entertaining!

“I’m going to give her the antidote. In exchange, she will break off your engagement and agree to marry me. What’s more, just two days ago, when I gave her the dose of medicine that alleviates your symptoms, she had already agreed to marry me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud crash.

Eder threw the entire teapot in front of Nick’s feet. Shards of porcelain flew, and tea spilled all over the floor.

Nick’s lower leg was cut by the fragments that flew around, leaving several gruesome bloodstains.

As Eder’s anger surged, the more Nick laughed, the more insane he seemed. He said. “Even if you can survive, what does it matter? When you see me having her and you forever losing her, it should taste worse than death, right?”

Eder’s cruelty escalated. His black eyes were filled with a blood–red color, exuding a strong intent to kill. Sensing his murderous intent, before he could give any orders, Eric pointed at Nick and instructed the guards by the door, “Avoid vital areas and beat him mercilessly! Make him experience all the tortures of hell on Earth, but leave him some breath; don’t kill him!”

“Yes, Captain,” the guards acknowledged.

Since Eric had given the command, Eder didn’t say anything and left the interrogation room, followed closely by Eroc.

Behind them, Nick continued to laugh, saying, “What a pity, Eder, you’re truly pitiful! Once your body recovers, it will be such a pleasure when Grace is under me. Haha, it will be so satisfying! Eder clenched his fists, his temples throbbing with anger, emanating a terrifying killing aura. Eric quickly stepped forward to calm him down. “Boss, don’t listen to him. The Secret Investigation Division excels at psychological warfare, and Nick, as the former boss, is particularly skilled at attacking people’s hearts. Some of his words may be true, while others are false. We’ll investigate gradually!”

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Eder suppressed his anger, his black eyes steady, and without looking back, he left.

As soon as Grace arrived at the Grammer family mansion entrance, she saw a shabby–looking van parked nearby. Euro and Fatima moved their luggage into the vehicle.

It seemed that they had already dismissed all household staff and bodyguards. Euro and his wife, once known as the most ideal couple from a prestigious family, had now reached the point where they had to move their belongings. It appeared that they were effectively suppressed by Eder.

Grace’s Maserati MC77 rolled up beside the van and stopped. The luxurious million dollar car contrasted starkly with the small van.

Fatima was the first to notice her, and her expression turned sour. “Our family is already in a mess, and Miss Smith is fiere to rub salt in the wound?”

“Honey, don’t be rude.” Euro signaled to her with his eyes, then turned to Grace in a calm tone. saying. “The Grammer family and the Smith family have a long–standing relationship. Miss Smith is always welcome in our home. When a guest visits, how could we give her a hard time?”

Grace merely smiled. Euro was indeed more mature, instantly elevating her to the moral high ground.

“Uncle Euro, rest assured, I didn’t come here today with any other intentions. I just wanted to find Sarah and have a private conversation,” Grace said.”

Fatima’s expression softened. “She’s upstairs packing her things.”

Grace nodded and entered the mansion. She made her way to the third floor and arrived at Sarah’s room. The door was ajar and not closed.

Grace gently pushed it open and saw Sarah organizing her designer bags and jewelry from the past, seemingly torn inside. Grace lightly tapped her knuckles on the door and casually reminded her, “These valuable designer items will also be confiscated. The bank will sell them to repay your family’s debts. So, you don’t need to struggle with them because you won’t be able to take anything with you.

Upon hearing her voice, Sarah instantly looked up. As soon as she confirmed it was Grace, her eyes filled with intense hatred. “What are you here for? To mock me?”

Grace nodded without concealing her intentions. “Of course, after all, this might be the last time I see you.”

Sarah laughed upon hearing that. “I thought you and I would exchange a few polite words and pretend to be good people. I didn’t expect you to be so straightforward. Unfortunately, back in Frant City, I unexpectedly showed mercy to you and allowed you to survive until now.”

She dropped what she was holding and stood proudly while raising her chin. In front of Grace, she would never admit defeat.

She smiled as she looked at Sarah, struggling to maintain her dignity and her unrepentantly poisonous gaze. “Uncle and Aunt worked their whole lives, and now, at such an old age, they have to squeeze into an eight square meter slum.”

“Your brother spent his entire life building a good reputation, which you destroyed. Even with an outstanding academic record, no major company would dare hire him. He can only work on construction sites or as a car washer to barely sustain the family.

“And all of this is your doing. Don’t you feel even a hint of shane?”

Sarah sneered in disdain. “It’s simply a matter of winners and losers. They were my family, but they couldn’t help me succeed. They brought this to themselves. Besides, I may have lost, but don’t be too

proud. I’m waiting for someone else to deal with you!”

Grace approached her, lowering her voice. “The ‘someone else‘ you mentioned, are you referring to Ava?”

Sarah’s face slightly stiffened, but she remained silent, her gaze sharp as she stared at Grace.

“Regarding what happened at your birthday banquet, I’m afraid someone orchestrated it for That person is Ava, isn’t she?”

Ever since Grace first met Ava, she has been suspicious.

you.

Sarah arrogantly retracted her gaze and sneered. “You mean that female celebrity? What is she? Does

she think she’s qualified to be my strategist?”

Grace didn’t believe in her at all. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it. I will find out sooner or

later.”

She took out the printed evidence from her bag and began reading it lightly: “Five years ago, you caused a fatal drunk driving accident. Your father falsified your mental assessment and paid off your crime. The victim’s family was dissatisfied and accused you online. Upon finding out, you arrogantly went to their door with bodyguards and caused serious injuries to two individuals. Once again, your father intervened to resolve the situation.”

Sarah widened her eyes, slightly stunned. “How did you know?”

Grace didn’t answer her question and continued reading. “Four years ago, at the high society tea party, you were dissatisfied with the attitude of a hotel waiter and privately hired someone to beat him, resulting in multiple fractures all over his body… Four years ago, you….”

“Enough!”

Sarah shouted angrily, snatched the evidence from Grace’s hand, and tore it apart viciously. “These are all one sided claims. I absolutely refuse to admit them!”

Grace arrogantly clasped her hands; her red lips curled into a smile. “Save these feeble words for when you’re in prison: you can howl all you want there.”

Sarah felt a chill down her spine, sensing something was wrong. “What do you mean?”

Before she could finish speaking, a commation could be heard downstairs.


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