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

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words hung in the air, the ten gangsters raised

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from

Hurricane suddenly spun into view, executing a perfect

The driver had changed.

Edgar, his

then dismounted

6’2″, striding forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had a

gangsters were

black as obsidian, brimmed with deadly

this, the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in a brawl

the knight in shining armor, eased her high heels

than pleased to let someone else take the

minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving

echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep

was so intimidated by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground

never bother the lady again. I beg you, let

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

as long as the price is

not going to

free hand, Grace slapped him across

icy stare from the corner of

don’t know. The guy was generous

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kick sent him sprawling into

spat out a

unconscious.

darkened, and she whipped around to confront

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

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

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

was she to question him?

righteousness was nothing short of

shot him a 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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

he took for naive righteousness was nothing but her holding

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

her eyes at

she was