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

hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace beckoned, “Well

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the air, the ten gangsters raised

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from

suddenly spun into

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his wages

then dismounted from the

whipped up a gust, his

were all

deadly intent.

grabbed

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

pleased to let

fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down

Edgar’s eyes seemed as

that his knees buckled, and he fell to the

never bother the

high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the

our way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have no idea

not going

her free hand, Grace slapped

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

no, no, Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us

online…?Ah!”

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a kick sent him sprawling

spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

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

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

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

but Grace was once his ex-wife and it

who was she to question him?

was nothing

with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

was nothing but her holding

into today’s incident. You can rest easy, there’s no need

rolled her eyes at

she was