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.”

that they wouldn’t expose their employer’s name, Grace didn’t

in hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a glint

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in the air, the ten

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from

Hurricane suddenly spun

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a month to

stone-faced, then dismounted

a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura

gangsters were all

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

of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves

in shining armor, eased her high heels

was more than pleased to let someone else take

and swift. Within minutes, he

eyes seemed as deep as

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

immediately, and I’ll never bother

heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her

work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I

going to

hand, Grace slapped

Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner

Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling into a

spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

around to

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

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

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

to question

naive righteousness was nothing short

the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

for naive righteousness was

Tim to look into today’s incident. You can

rolled her eyes

she