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.”

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

lips and a glint of cold determination

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air, the ten

Beep beep beep!

horn blared

spun into view,

The driver had changed.

got Tim benched by Edgar, his wages

stone-faced, then dismounted from the

forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so

gangsters were

obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace,

the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs,

eased her high heels back on, leaning against

was more than pleased to

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

his knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as

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

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

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

our way, as

going

Grace slapped him

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

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

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling into a nearby

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

unconscious.

around to confront

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

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

was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others

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

righteousness was nothing short

thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than death is the ultimate

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

naive righteousness was nothing but

You can rest easy, there’s no

rolled her eyes

said she was