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

lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace beckoned, “Well then, bring it

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the air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs and

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn

sleek silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into view, executing

The driver had changed.

driving skills got Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a

then dismounted from

his aura was so potent that it seemed he had a crew of

gangsters were all

brimmed with deadly intent.

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

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

more than pleased to let someone else

was a force to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had

echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed

his knees buckled, and he

never bother the lady again. I beg

stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by

We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right.

going

hand, Grace slapped him across

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

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

online…?Ah!”

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him sprawling into a nearby

crunch, he spat

unconscious.

darkened, and she whipped around to

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

was going on with himself. When he discovered

and it wasn’t up to others to

who was she to question him? Didn’t that

righteousness was nothing short of

hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

for naive righteousness was

incident. You

her eyes at

she