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

and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace beckoned, “Well then, bring it

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the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

car horn

spun into view, executing a perfect

The driver had changed.

by Edgar, his wages docked for a month

stone-faced, then dismounted

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

were all

black as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent.

rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs,

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

was more than pleased to

Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving

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

that his knees buckled,

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

stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up

We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have no

going

her free hand, Grace slapped

by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner

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

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling into a

he spat out

unconscious.

darkened, and she whipped around to confront

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

himself. When he discovered what those people planned

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

for Grace, who was she to question

naive righteousness was nothing short of

cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

for naive righteousness was

into today’s incident. You can rest

rolled her eyes at

said she was