The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 22

Grace gritted her teeth, refusing to slow down, but accelerated and seemed to want to die with them.

The two black cars in front were taken aback as she charged forward unblinkingly, sending shivers down their spines.

In the heart-stopping final two seconds before impact, both black cars synchronized, retreating half a yard.

The petite Santana just squeezed through the gap.

Before she could catch her breath, the two black cars were tailing her like hounds on a

scent.

Grace wanted to get rid of them, but the acceleration of her little Santana just couldn’t shake the tailgating black cars.

She bit her lip, a cool resolve settling in her heart.

Via the rear-view mirror, Grace took a quick count of the occupants of the black cars. Including the driver, each car carried five people.

In total, ten men, each one seeming a hulking brute.

If it came down to a war of attrition, Grace’d be toast, but if she could outsmart them, she might have a fighting chance of around sixty to seventy percent.

In for a penny, in for a pound, Grace thought. Today’s just been one of those days, might as well have a go.

Bring it on!

Having made up her mind, Grace parked her car with steely resolve on the outskirts of an abandoned building.

The two black cars stopped right after, disgorging ten burly men in unison.

They held crude clubs in their hands, looking fierce.

Grace leaned against her car, hands in her pockets, nonchalantly taking in the scene.

When the gangsters caught sight of her sizzling figure beneath the skin-tight white dress, their eyes nearly popped out.

Today’s job was going to be a real windfall!

Grace cooll y eyed each of them, her red lips parting to ask, “So, who sent you here?”

The head of the gangsters, eyes full of lecherous intent, retorted, “Don’t blame us, sweetheart. You’ve only got yourself to blame for ruffling the wrong feathers.”

wouldn’t expose their employer’s name, Grace didn’t bother with

her lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace beckoned, “Well then, bring it

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hung in the air, the ten

Beep beep beep!

car horn

Hurricane suddenly spun into view, executing a perfect

The driver had changed.

benched by Edgar, his

then dismounted from

forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his

were all

brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar

the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves

come to play the knight in shining armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning against her car to enjoy

was more than pleased to let someone else

with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine

eyes seemed as deep as a bottomless

so intimidated by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and

have mercy. I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never bother

him further, Grace stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one

gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long

not going to talk,

Grace

Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his eye, he burst

Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you

online…?Ah!”

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a kick sent him

he spat out

unconscious.

expression darkened, and she whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t you let him

you really stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s is off the charts! Were you really considering letting him off the h o o

with himself. When he discovered what those people

but Grace was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others to lay

Grace, who was she to question him? Didn’t that person deserve

naive righteousness was nothing

him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

righteousness was nothing but her

get Tim to look into today’s incident. You can rest easy, there’s

her eyes

said she was