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

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

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the air, the ten gangsters raised

Beep beep beep!

car horn blared

spun into view, executing a perfect

The driver had changed.

got Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked

stone-faced, then dismounted

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 of

were

deadly intent.

of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves

realizing Edgar had come to play the knight in shining armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning against her car to enjoy

pleased to

fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving only the head on the

echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep as

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

I’ll never bother the lady again.

Edgar was about 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

know. We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have no

not going to

free hand, Grace slapped him across the

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

I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record your

online…?Ah!”

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sent him

he spat out

unconscious.

whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t

of these scu m s

on with himself. When he discovered what those

Grace was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others to lay a hand on

question him? Didn’t that person deserve

righteousness was nothing short of

him a disgruntled look. “You knocked him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

for naive righteousness was nothing but her

to look into today’s incident. You can

her eyes

she