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

smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace beckoned, “Well

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words hung in the air, the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn

suddenly spun into view,

The driver had changed.

benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a

dismounted from

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

were all

with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace,

this, the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed

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

was more than pleased to let someone

swift. Within minutes, he

echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes

stare that his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground

and I’ll never bother the lady again.

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

whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is

not going to talk,

free hand, Grace slapped him across the

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

Miss… No, no, no, Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record

online…?Ah!”

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him

crunch, he spat

unconscious.

whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t

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

didn’t know what was going on with himself. When he discovered

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

to question

was nothing

with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain.

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

he took for naive righteousness was nothing but her

incident. You can rest

her

said she was