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 name, Grace didn’t bother with

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

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the air, the ten

Beep beep beep!

car horn

suddenly spun into view, executing

The driver had changed.

benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a month to

stone-faced, then dismounted from

that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it

were all

brimmed with deadly

the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their

knight in shining armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning

to let someone

and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving

knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep as a bottomless

knees buckled, and he fell to

mercy. I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never bother the lady

forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked

taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the

not going

her free hand, Grace slapped him

Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his eye, he burst into a pitiful so

was generous with his

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling into

a sickening crunch, he spat

unconscious.

to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t you

depravity of these scu m s is off the charts! Were you really considering

he discovered what those people planned to do

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

who was she to question him? Didn’t that person deserve to

was

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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

was nothing but her holding a

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

rolled her eyes

she was