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.”

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

her lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace beckoned,

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air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs

Beep beep beep!

horn blared

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

The driver had changed.

by Edgar, his wages

then dismounted from the

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

were all

as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace,

hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in a brawl with

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

than pleased to let someone else

reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters,

Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep

that his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground in

mercy. I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never bother the lady again.

her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand,

gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have no

not going to talk,

Grace slapped him across

from the corner

Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then

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him sprawling into

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

unconscious.

she whipped around to confront

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

with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to

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

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

righteousness was nothing short of

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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

for naive righteousness was nothing but her holding

into today’s incident. You can rest

rolled her eyes at

said she was