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.”

they wouldn’t expose their employer’s name, Grace didn’t bother with further

a smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes,

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words hung in the air, the

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn blared from somewhere

suddenly spun into view, executing a

The driver had changed.

driving skills got Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for

then dismounted from

a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had

were all

black as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar

hastily grabbed

eased her high heels back on, leaning against her car to

to let

and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving

ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep as a bottomless

his knees buckled, and

never bother the lady again. I beg you, let me

stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one

know. We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear

not going to

free hand, Grace slapped

Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the

was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record your

online…?Ah!”

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sent him

crunch, he spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

around to confront Edgar,

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

what was going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his blood

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

she to question him? Didn’t that person deserve to

was nothing short of

guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain.

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

righteousness was nothing but

get Tim to look into today’s incident. You

rolled her

said she