The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 72

“What did they say?”

Patric’s brows knitted together, as he waited with bated breath for the response.

“Miss Sarah has been grounded by Mr. Grammer. She’s not allowed out without his say so,” the butler

replied with the utmost respect.

Patric huffed, “That’s good. In this way, she can’t come to Frant City to make trouble anymore. I can

finally have some peace and quiet.”

He dismissed his butler with a casual wave of his hand, and continued to gaze on the closed doors.

Back in S city, at the Grammer family household.

Sarah was in a rage in her room.

“Dad is really pushing it too far! How could he lock me up in this room, not even allowing me out of this

door?!”

A ser vant approached gingerly, trying to soothe her in hushed tones, “Miss Grammer, try not to take it

too hard. It’s just house arrest. You just have to lay low for a while, and this too shall pass.” “What

would you know? Get out!”

Sarah ripped all the flowers from the vase and flung them at the ser vant. “Get lost, and stop adding

fuel to the fire!”

Still unsatisfied, she snat ched up the vase and slammed it into

n the

ground.

“Miss Grammer, that’s not on! That’s a crystal vase your mother brought back from Florence Republic,

it’s worth a fortune. You can’t just smash it!”

step in.

The serv ant looked at the now chipped vase with a pained expression but didn’t dare

“These things are all mine, I can do with them as I please! You’re just a se rvant, how dare give me the

runaround? If you don’t button up, I’ll rip your tongue out!”

you try to

Sarah continued her rampage, shoving off all the makeup from the table. The clutter that hit the floor

sounded like a car crash, impossible to ignore.

The serv ant, realizing that any further attempt to calm Sarah down was a fool’s errand, clammed up,

shut the door, and beat a hasty retreat.

Naturally, Mr. and Mrs. Grammer were clued in about Sarah’s temper tantrum upstairs. Mr. Grammer’s

face was a thundercloud as he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray.

“Look at the sweet daughter you’ve raised!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mrs. Grammer shot back, “She’s not just my daughter, or have you conveniently forgotten that? Are

you trying to wash your hands off all responsibility?”

“If you hadn’t kept mollycoddling her, would she have turned out this way? Patric is determined to call

off the engagement, and no amount of me eating humble pic is changing his mind. If we let her keep

running wild, the Grammer family are headed for a fall!” Mr. Grammer’s fury was a sight to behold.

“You!”

Mrs. Grammer was just about to respond when their son, Adrain, sensing the brewing storm, decided

to step in and play peacemaker.

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“Dad, Mom, Sarah is locked up. It’s normal for her to be in a bad mood. It’s good for her to vent her

anger!”

“That’s not the way to vent her anger! You hear that? If she keeps throwing a hissy fit like this, we’ll lose

all our world-class heirlooms!”

Mr. Grammer pointed upstairs, sighing heavily and shaking his head as if he was one disappointed

camper.

The sounds of crashing and breaking echoed faintly from upstairs. After a moment’s thought, Adrain

decided he would head up and calm her downL

Upstairs, Sarah was just about to slam an antique decorative plate onto the floor.

“Who has our dear Miss Grammer all hot under the collar?” Adrain took the plate from her hand,

leading her to sit on the couch. “Anger isn’t good for your health, Sarah. Smash a few things to blow off

steam, then cool your jets.”

“Adrain!”

Sarah, pouting, pulled his arm, “All this over a divorced woman, and now Patrick is considering calling

off our engagement!”

Adrain pinched her cheek lightly.

“I reckon it’s not just that, right? You can’t pull the wool over my eyes.”

“Ever since that woman got divorced, Patrick’s had her cooped up in his villa, treating her like the apple

of his eye. How do you expect me to swallow that?”

Sarah’s face was a picture of exasperation as she continued.

“Adrain, you’ve always been my knight in shining armor, will you kill Grace for me?” She played up the

puppy dog eyes as she shook his arm, “You wouldn’t stand by and watch your baby sister’s man be

stolen by another woman, would you?”

However, Adrain’s eyes flashed with surprise. He steadied Sarah by her shoulders, “Say that again,

Sarah. What’s that woman’s name?”

Sarah looked at him, taken aback, but she repeated herself, “Grace Salen. An orphan from Frant City

Welfare Institution. What makes her think she can compete with me? Wait…Adrain, do you know

her?

Grace Salen…

This name was too familiar.

Could it be her?

But how could she be an orphan?

Adrain released his grip, turning around to mull over her words. Doubts were cropping up in his

mind.

“Adrain, what’s the matter?

Sarah noticed his odd reaction, asking in confusion.

“Do you have a picture of this Grace Salen?”

“She was on the trending list some time ago. You can probably find her mug shot on the internet, you

didn’t know?”

Adrain shook his head.

He was never one to keep up with the gossip mill, but the news Sarah had brought up hadn’t made

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any waves in the 5 City. It seemed as though the bigwig families had managed to keep a lid on things.

Could it be the Smith family?

Why would the Smith family want to hush up news about this woman in S City?

His wheels were turning, doubts and guesses mounting.

Sarah sat on the sofa, whipping out her mobile and displaying a previously clandestinely snapped.

photo of Grace. She thrust the phone into Adrain’s face.

“Adrain, you’ve got to help me. If we can send this bi tch six feet under, there won’t be anyone left to

steal Patric away from me…”

While Sarah was still chattering. Adrain looked at the photos on her mobile phone, his amorous eyes

full of excitement.

“Adrain? Aren’t you listening?

Sarah’s angry shout brought him out of his reverie.

“So, you’re really itching for her to kick the bucket?”

“Yes!” Sarah’s eyes were filled with resolve.

Adrain gave her a knock on her noggin, disappointment written all over his face.

“What should I scold you for? The more you target her, the more you push Patric out!”

“Bro, what are you trying to say?”

Sarah dodged his hand, clearly miffed.

Adrain couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re trying to off his only sister. You really think he won’t give you

the cold shoulder, grow to detest you?”

“What?! Sister?!”

Sarah was completely gobsmacked.

Grace is Patric’s sister?! How on earth could that be?

“Wasn’t the Smith family’s little princess declared dead six years ago? I haven’t met her, but I’ve dug up

on Grace’s past. She’s clearly an orphan!”

Adrain sighed, “Given the Smith family’s resources, if they didn’t want you to snoop around, there’s no

way you’d find anything. As for why they’d do this, maybe they were trying to protect her.”

It took him but a few minutes to get the gist of the entire matter.

Sarah was rooted to the spot, struck dumb.

Adrain glanced at the chaos Fan ny had caused in the room. “If you still want to keep this engagement

with Patric, don’t think about ending her life. Spend some time at home and think about how you’re

going to apologize.”

He patted Sarah on the shoulder and left her bedroom.

Six years ago, when Grace vanished and the Smith family announced her demise, he was devastated.

Although his parents had tried to set him up with many a high-society maiden since, he never managed

to forget her.

Now, knowing that she was still alive and right in Frant City, Adrain was champing at the bit to fly right

to her side..

After Adrain left, Sarah was still rooted to the spot, shocked. It took her a good while to snap back to

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reality.

The pieces she couldn’t make sense of before were now falling into place.

Why was Grace dining with Patric in his office, why was Patric so protective of her, why was Grace

immediately appointed as the general manager as soon as she joined Angle Group…

So, she had almost wreaked havoc on her future sister-in-law?!

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