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.”

expose their employer’s name,

her high heels in hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination

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her words hung in the air, the ten

Beep beep beep!

horn blared

Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his

then dismounted from

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

were

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

grabbed their

to play the knight in shining armor, eased her high heels back on,

than pleased to let someone

Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters,

ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep as

that his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground

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

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

not going to talk,

hand, Grace slapped him across the

was shell-shocked by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from

wah, Miss… No, no, no, Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with

online…?Ah!”

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him sprawling into a nearby

by a sickening crunch, he spat out a

unconscious.

expression darkened, and she whipped around to confront

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

what was going on with himself. When he discovered

was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others

question him? Didn’t

naive righteousness was

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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

was nothing but her holding a

You can rest easy,

rolled her eyes

said she was