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.”

they wouldn’t expose their employer’s name, Grace didn’t

hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a glint

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the ten gangsters raised their clubs

Beep beep beep!

horn

spun into view, executing

The driver had changed.

skills got Tim benched by Edgar, his wages

then dismounted from the

that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had a crew

gangsters were

as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent.

of the gangsters hastily grabbed

had come to play the knight in shining armor, eased her

to let

minutes, he had taken down

knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes

his knees buckled, and he

never bother the

forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With

taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear

not going

free hand, Grace slapped him across the

from the corner of his eye, he burst into a

no, no, Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record your

online…?Ah!”

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him sprawling

by a sickening crunch, he spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

and she whipped around to confront

of these scu m s is off the

going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his

was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t up

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

was

him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than death is the ultimate torment. You let

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

for naive righteousness was nothing but

You can

rolled her eyes at

she