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.”

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

lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes,

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her words hung in the air, the ten gangsters raised

Beep beep beep!

horn

suddenly spun into view, executing a perfect

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a

then dismounted

topping 6’2″, striding forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had

gangsters were all

as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace, booting a

rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in

eased her high heels back on, leaning against her car to enjoy

more than pleased to let someone

to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down

which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes

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

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

her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze

our way, as

not going to

hand, Grace slapped

Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of

guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up,

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a kick sent him sprawling into

a sickening crunch, he spat out a

unconscious.

expression darkened, and she whipped around to confront

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

what was going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned

it wasn’t up to others to lay

who was she to question

was nothing

He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain.

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

naive righteousness was nothing but

into today’s incident. You can

rolled her eyes

said she