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.”

employer’s

hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold

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in the air, the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn

sleek silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a month to

then dismounted from the

swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that

gangsters were

eyes, black as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar

grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in a brawl

knight in shining armor, eased her high heels

pleased to

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

which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed

by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and he fell

please, have mercy. I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never bother the lady again. I beg you, let me

to interrogate him further, Grace stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze

know. We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have no

going to

free hand, Grace slapped him

fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his eye, he burst into a pitiful so

was generous with his money, asked us to rough you

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling into a

spat out a mouthful

unconscious.

expression darkened, and she whipped around to

really stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s

know what was going on with himself. When he discovered what those

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

to question

naive righteousness was

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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

took for naive righteousness was nothing

You can rest easy,

her

said she was