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

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

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her words hung in the air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from

silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun

The driver had changed.

Edgar, his wages

stone-faced, then dismounted

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

were

obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar

grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in a brawl

play the knight in shining armor, eased

more than pleased to let someone

minutes, he had taken

which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep

by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and

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

clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze menacing, “Who

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

not going

her free hand, Grace

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

No, 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 humiliation

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling

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

unconscious.

whipped around to

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

When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his

ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others to lay a hand

she to question him? Didn’t that person deserve

righteousness was nothing short

one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than death is

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

he took for naive righteousness was nothing

Tim to look into today’s incident. You can rest easy, there’s no

her

she was