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

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

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words hung in the air, the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from

suddenly spun into view, executing a

The driver had changed.

by Edgar, his wages docked for

dismounted from

a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had a crew of ten in

were all

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

gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in a brawl with

realizing Edgar had come to play the knight in shining armor, eased her high

than pleased to let someone else

reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had

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

intimidated by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and he fell to

I’ll never

ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze menacing,

taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right.

not going to talk,

free hand, Grace slapped him across the

Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of

I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record your humiliation and post

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling into a

by a sickening crunch, he spat

unconscious.

to

s

know what was going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to

ex-wife and it

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

was nothing

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 nothing but her holding

to look into today’s incident. You can rest easy, there’s no need

rolled her eyes at

she