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.”

their employer’s

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her words hung in the air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs and

Beep beep beep!

car horn blared

silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun

The driver had changed.

by Edgar,

then dismounted from

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

as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace,

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

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

pleased to let someone else take

force to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving only

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

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

scram immediately, and I’ll never bother the lady again. I beg you, let

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 menacing,

our way, as long as

not going to talk,

her free hand, Grace slapped him

fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his

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

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling

a sickening crunch, he spat

unconscious.

she whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why

stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s is off the

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

it wasn’t up to others

Grace, who was she to question him?

was nothing short of

him out cold 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.

naive righteousness was nothing but her holding a

to look into today’s incident. You can rest

rolled her eyes

she