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.”

employer’s name, Grace didn’t

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

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the ten gangsters raised their clubs

Beep beep beep!

horn blared

sleek silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into

The driver had changed.

driving skills got Tim benched by Edgar, his wages

dismounted from the

gust, his aura was so potent that

gangsters were

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

grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in a brawl

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

to let someone else

a force to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving only the head

knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed

Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and he

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

clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the

hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear

not going

Grace slapped him across

from the corner of his eye, he burst into a

no, no, Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous

online…?Ah!”

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him sprawling into

by a sickening crunch, he spat

unconscious.

she whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why

scu m s is off the charts! Were you really considering

When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his

once his ex-wife and it

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

naive righteousness was

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 is

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

he took for naive righteousness was nothing but

look into today’s incident. You can rest

her

she was