Mr. Billioneire Wife
Blur(Revision)

One hour Damian waited, but the results were not satisfactory. Adam shows the location embedded in the laptop screen. Where the red sign shows the GPS location that Damian parks behind the ring jewel that Grace wears.

However, the location they obtained was not accurate enough. You guys know where that is? a wilderness located far from the city center.

From here Damian is convinced, Grace is aware of the existence of the tracking device. Then throw it away so it can't be tracked. And all the debit cards, Grace left at the mansion. If this was the case, Damian could do nothing but be patient.

"I don't want to know how, find Grace before my enemies act first" Damian ordered.

"Good sir!" I have no choice but to agree.

Damian went into the bathroom. Calmness, yes Damian needs calmness. Damian therefore decided to clean up.

Stand under the shower. Letting cold water pass through his head to his feet. In the hope that the flames of anger will soon be extinguished and Damian can think rationally.

Enjoy your momentary freedom Grace. Look, how do I punish you later!

Grace's betrayal really hurt her heart. Stupid, how could Damian trust Grace that easily.

Look, Damian's being tricked. Grace ran away without thinking about her feelings at all. Sad, angry, everything mixed into one. Damian feels lost now.

In the future, Damian must be careful. Grace is not a plain and innocent girl. Grace is a manipulative woman who is able to make her opponent fooled by her sweet demeanor.

Damian shutting down shower. Grab a towel and wrap it around the waist. Damian chose casual clothes. Tonight, Damian's gonna meet Peter. Ask for help while looking for entertainment.

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Grace sat leaning back, closing her eyes trying to throw away the remaining negative thoughts. Grace and Rachel board a plane bound for Paris.

There Rachel had everything ready. Starting from the place of residence, basic needs, and false identity of course.

Where did Rachel get all those facilities. Of course from his father. Remember, Rachel's father once joined a mafia group.

Disguising or creating an identity is not difficult. Rachel's father knew someone who was good at falsifying identities. For wealth, don't ask again. Rachel's father was a famous businessman in Spain.

Vacuum from the Mafia world. Rachel's father opened a catering business. Over time, the effort grew rapidly.

Rachel's father founded a company where the company produces snacks, soda drinks, and mineral water. It looks trivial, but the turnover can reach hundreds of millions of dollars every month.

"What do you think Damian's doing now?" asking without opening your eyes. Rachel turned her head, snorting in annoyance when she saw Grace open the conversation but did not want to look into her eyes. Impressed to not appreciate the interlocutor.

"Why ask? don't you miss him already!" goda Rachel while raising her eyebrows. Grace's eyes opened.

Plaque! reflex hit Rachel's shoulder. There's no way Grace's missing Damian. The decision is unanimous, Grace won't go back to Damian.

"I'm just asking, why are you angry?" exclaim Rachel. Rubbed his slightly painful shoulder. Grace did not reply, choosing to relax and turning a blind eye.

Let this night pass. Tomorrow, Grace has to start over. Living with freedom and happiness. Just like his hopes were.

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The music thumped all over the room. The night is getting creeping, visitors are getting crazy by partying and dancing freely following the music.

Damian sipped a glass of champagne. Little by little while observing the bustling atmosphere of the discotheque. "You got a tattoo?" ask Peter. Accidentally saw the end of Damian's tattoo.

"Yes, I carved Grace's name here!" pointing to the left side. Right where his heart is.

"Why did you come here?" caught fire Peter. Every time Damian comes here his work increases and Peter is very busy right now.

"Grace is running away!" damian said to the point. Peter gaped, not believing. Did ya? this handsome cousin of his has just been dumped.

"Need impingement?"

"No, but I need your help!" cut Damian fast. Tracking someone down isn't hard, but Grace got rid of all her stuff.

Damian therefore asks Peter for help to mobilize his members to find Grace's whereabouts now.

"You can track him, right? why bother asking for my help!" peter's girlfriend is upset.

"I can't track him. Grace. was smart enough to leave all my gift items and throw the ring away!" damian. His gaze implied both resignation and despair.

"Alright, but you have to help me too!"

"Oh being a mafia leader still needs help huh!" mocking with style. Not realizing he himself also needs help even though he has a lot of power.

"Rachel's missing, I think this has something to do with my future wife!" suddenly awkwardness enveloped.

"You sure?" ask Damian to make sure.

"I'm sure you know my future father-in-law won't tell me either. And confess if he doesn't know."

For some reason when Damian and Peter were united, the two cold humans became chatty and talkative. "Then we'll find them together!"

"It's up to you!" reply Peter quickly.

"You didn't offer me ******?"

"Of Ef, I know you'll turn him down!" Peter replied in a lazy tone.

Ef is a nickname Damian, taken from his long name, Euphrates, only the closest people who call him by that nickname.

"Then just go!" expel Damian. Tired of seeing the woman sitting next to Peter. It seems that woman is a famous model.

"I'm gonna go have fun." Peter took the model out of the room. Peter's about to rent a nearby hotel.

Damian is still comfortable with his position now. This champagne made his heart calm. However, shortly after that a woman with a good look came to approach.

"You want to play with me, sir? I'll make sure you fast tonight." Damian looked at the woman with a cold look.

"Go from before me, before I do anything bad to you!" hardik Damian. Instead of going away the woman is actually increasingly aggressively teasing by rubbing her thighs.

"You're married sir?" she asked while biting her own lips in a sensual style.

"When is it why, do you have a problem with that?" the woman laughed.The assumption is true, this man needs an impingement.

"You need an impingement, sir, let's play with me. I'll make sure you're hooked!" Damian smiled slantedly.

"You sure you won't regret it?" damian was underestimating. The prostitute smiled sweetly, as she rubbed the chest of Damian's field.

"I won't regret it, sir, you're too hot to miss!"

"All right! I'll play with you!" the prostitute smiled happily, making Damian want to tear his mouth apart.

TB

warnings!

this story is just fiction that the author created in accordance with the author's imagination so please do not take it seriously. 🙏!!!!