The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife By Athena
The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife by Athena Chapter 196

Chapter 196

They walked one after the other until they reached a secluded corner at the back of the Cloud View Cloud View Villa.

Nineteen asked curiously, “Mr. Fallen, why do you have such a cautious expression? What do you want to say?”

“In front of me, there’s no need to pretend. I know you have a motive for following Grace,” Edgar

stated.

Nineteen’s expression instantly turned vicious. “Since you’ve figured it out, I’m sorry!”

He quietly reached for a small knife at his waist and swiftly aimed it at Edgar’s throat.

Edgar swiftly stepped back, evading the attack effortlessly.

Within three moves, he had subdued Nineteen, firmly holding his hands behind his back.

“You can kill me. After all, I won’t be able to complete the mission over there. Sooner or later, I’ll die.” Nineteen said with resignation.

Edgar chuckled and released his grip. “Why would I want to kill you? I merely came to talk. I have no interest in you.”

Nineteen was perplexed. “Don’t you love Miss Grace? I was sent there to harm her. Now that you’ve exposed my identity, why don’t you do it?”

Edgar stared at him with dark eyes. “You have feelings for her, don’t you?”

Nineteen blushed instantly. “No, no” how could I?!”

Edgar had always been astute when it came to reading people, especially men’s intentions towards Grace. Since realizing his own love for her, he had developed a keen ability to sense others’ feelings

for her.

“You do have feelings for her, or else you wouldn’t have hidden for so long without harming her. There’s no need to hide it. Tell me about the plan over there. Perhaps I can help you replace a solution,” Edgar suggested.

Nineteen looked at him and found himself inexplicably drawn to his aura. He knew that Edgar’s identity was not ordinary, and now he felt compelled to confide in him and seek his help.

He decided to put his trust In Edgar, at least this once. “Three days from now, at night, they want me to lure Miss Grace to an abandoned warehouse in the forest on the eastern outskirts of the city. This time, they have set up numerous ambushes. It will be more dangerous.”

He sighed and continued, “Miss Grace is the only one who has treated me sincerely. I really can’t bear to harm her. But if she doesn’t die, I will die, and they are watching me closely. I can’t escape. What can you do, Mr. Edgar pandered for a moment, his black eyes calm and resolute. Then he narrowed his eyes and said, “Tell them you will arrange it. I will keep it a secret for you. There’s no need to tell her.”

“Huh?” Nineteen was taken aback. “But three days later”

Edgar’s black eyes remained steady. “I’ll go.”

In the afternoon, Edgar didn’t leave the Cloud View Villa. Instead, he took care of the household chores.

As the time for Grace to finish work approached, he went to the kitchen and began preparing

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dinner. These were the last few days he would spend by her side, and he wanted to cook for her every day.

Even after he left, even if she didn’t miss him, he hoped her stomach would remember him.

He chuckled involuntarily, his lips curving into a gentle smile.

Just then, the sound of a text message interrupted his thoughts. Glancing at his phone, he saw a message from Eric. It contained only an exclamation point, indicating something urgent.

Edgar’s smile faded, and his expression turned serious. This was a coded message suggesting a pressing matter.

Checking the time, he realized he still had forty minutes before Grace finished work. He quietly drove to a meeting spot in the suburbs where Nick was waiting for him.

Eric paced anxiously by the roadside, waiting specifically for Edgar’s arrival When he saw the car approaching, he hurriedly ran over and got into the passenger seat.

Leaning closer to Edgar’s ear, he whispered, “Mr. Fallen, someone from 5 City has arrived!”

Edgar furrowed his brows. Why would someone come at this time?

With a grave expression, he started the engine and drove to the designated meeting place.

They arrived at an abandoned construction site, and simultaneously, Grace received a call from Eleven.

Eleven reported Edgar’s peculiar whereabouts to Grace in detail. Suspicion crept into her mind as she pondered his sudden visit to the construction site. Who did he want to see there? And why was he being guarded?

“Alright, I understand. I’ll go take a look later,” Grace replied after a moment of silence.

Meanwhile, Edgar led Eric into the dilapidated building. Three men were already present inside.

The leader, Uncle Alfred, in his forties, smiled respectfully as he saw Edgar enter. He bowed his head. in deference.

“Hello, Mr. Fallen,” Uncle Alfred greeted.

Edgar’s expression remained cold. “Uncle Alfred, what’s the matter?”

Uncle Alfred’s expression gradually turned serious. “It’s urgent. This is an emergency recall order. You must come with me. The old man believes it’s your best chance to regain your position and authority.”

Edgar fell silent. He had hoped to spend the last seven days by Grace’s side, but even that now seemed like a luxury. Suppressing the disappointment in his heart, he recalled the plan Nineteen. had mentioned earlier in the day.

“Give me three more days. I have one last thing to take care of. I’ll go back and apologize in person.” Edgar requested.

Uncle Alfred’s face darkened. “Mr. Fallen, you know how strict the family rules are. If you defy the emergency recall order, you’ll face severe punishment.”

Edgar’s demeanor remained composed. “I understand. Three days, thirty lashes.”

With one hand, he loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves. He then unbuttoned his suit and shirt, discarding them and leaving them in Eric’s grasp.

“Mr. Fallen”” Eric gripped the discarded clothes tightly, concern etched on his face. What if Edgar

couldn’t endure the punishment and his suppressed illness resurfaced?

Ignoring Eric’s worries, Edgar turned away and knelt on one knee, his strong back muscles tense. He adopted a slightly defiant tone.

“Go ahead, start.”

Uncle Alfred sighed. “Indeed, the old man knows you well. He anticipated that you wouldn’t leave immediately. He understands you better than anyone. But the rules cannot be broken. I am” powerless.”

A silent bodyguard handed Uncle Alfred a precious sandalwood box. He slowly opened it, revealing a dark training whip adorned with twisted golden wires a whip brought from the ancestral hall. “Mr. Fallen, there is unrest within the family, and the situation is dire, Uncle Alfred solemnly explained. “Let me ask you one final time, do you truly wish to stay for three days?”

Edgar didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Very well, Mr. Fallen. But don’t blame me for being relentless. The rules must be upheld. I am” powerless, Uncle Alfred responded with a heavy tone.

Edgar’s voice softened. Understood.”

Deep down, he harbored great dissatistaction with these strict and archaic rules. When the time came for him to eliminate the immortals within the clan and assume complete control, the first thing he would do was abolish these rigid traditions of the ancestral hall.

As he pondered his future plans, a sharp crack echoed behind him, signaling the commencement of his punishment. Each whip striking his back carried a sting of pain, but he remained resolute, refusing to show any signs of weakness.

Eric clenched his fists, his heart aching for his Mr. Fallen. He watched helplessly as Edgar endured the lashes, his concern growing with each strike.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as the punishment continued. Thirty whips in total, cach representing a painful reminder of the constraints imposed upon him by the family.

Finally, the whipping ceased, and the room fell into an eerie silence. Edgar rose to his feet, his back marked with welts from the lashes. Despite the pain, he maintained a stoic expression, his determination unwavering.

Uncle Alfred approached him, his eyes filled with a mix of respect and sympathy. “Mr. Fallen, you’ve endured the punishment with remarkable strength. The old man will surely take notice of your determination.”

Edgar acknowledged Uncle Alfred’s words with a nod, his gaze fixed on the sandalwood box that held the whip. He reached out, taking the whip and carefully coiling it back inside, a symbol of the burden he carried for the sake of his ultimate goal.

“Now, let’s return,” Edgar declared, his voice steady. “I will comply with the emergency recall order.” Eric, still overcome with worry, hurriedly handed Edgar his shirt and suit. As Edgar dressed himself, he couldn’t help but glance at the abandoned construction site, where his last hope of spending a few more days with Grace had vanished.

With a heavy heart, he stepped out of the building, Eric following closely behind. They drove back to the Cloud View Villa in silence, their minds occupied by the imminent separation and the challenges that lay ahead.

Upon their return, Edgar resumed his role as Grace’s loyal hodyguard, masking his emotions behind a composed facade. He focused on her well-being, attending to the household chores and preparing dinner with meticulous care.

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Meanwhile, Grace, having received Eleven’s report, couldn’t shake off the curiosity and concern about Edgar’s sudden visit to the construction site. Determined to unravel the mystery, she made up her mind to visit the site herself.

As the evening approached, the anticipation of their paths crossing once again filled the air. unbeknownst to both Grace and Edgar.

Little did they know that destiny had its own plans, intertwining their fates in unexpected ways, as they stood on the precipice of an imminent separation, their hearts yearning for a reunion that seemed increasingly uncertain.