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.”

they wouldn’t expose their employer’s

playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination

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hung in the air, the ten gangsters raised

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from somewhere

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

The driver had changed.

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

dismounted

up a gust, his aura was so

were

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

of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling

to play the knight in shining armor, eased her

than pleased to let

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

echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed

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

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

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

just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is

going to

Grace slapped

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

I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling into a

sickening crunch, he spat out a mouthful of blood before

unconscious.

to confront Edgar,

depravity of these scu m s is off the charts! Were you really considering letting him off the h o o

When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his blood

but Grace was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t

she to question

was

with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than death is the ultimate torment. You let him off

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

he took for naive righteousness was nothing but her holding

today’s incident. You can rest easy, there’s

rolled her eyes

said she was