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 name, Grace didn’t bother with further

a smirk playing on her lips and a glint of

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in the air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs and

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn blared from somewhere

sleek silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into view, executing a

The driver had changed.

benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a month

then dismounted from

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

gangsters were

with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace, booting

hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in a

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

than pleased to

was a force to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine

knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep

head was so intimidated by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and he

immediately, and I’ll never bother the lady again. I beg you,

clicking against the ground. With

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

not going

Grace

demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from

know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record your humiliation and

online…?Ah!”

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a kick sent him sprawling into

crunch, he spat out a mouthful

unconscious.

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

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

discovered what those people

and it wasn’t up to others to lay a

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

naive righteousness was nothing short of

feel a thing. He should’ve

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

was nothing but her

incident. You

her

she