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.”

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

her high heels in hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination

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air, the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from somewhere

silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun

The driver had changed.

Edgar, his wages docked for a month

stone-faced, then dismounted from

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

gangsters were all

brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace, booting a

the gangsters hastily grabbed

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

pleased to

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

echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes

his knees

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

about to interrogate him further, Grace stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by

know. We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as

going to talk,

hand, Grace

shell-shocked by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the

I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked

online…?Ah!”

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him sprawling into

crunch, he spat out a

unconscious.

expression darkened, and she whipped around to confront Edgar,

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

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

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

to question him? Didn’t that person

naive righteousness was nothing

disgruntled look. “You knocked him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than death

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

righteousness was nothing but her holding

today’s incident. You can rest easy, there’s no

her eyes

she