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

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

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the ten

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn blared from somewhere

spun into view, executing a perfect

The driver had changed.

benched by Edgar, his wages docked

then dismounted from

his aura was

gangsters were all

deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace, booting a

this, the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in

Edgar had come to play the knight in shining armor, eased her high heels back on,

to let someone else

with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had

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

that his knees buckled, and he fell to

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

the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze

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

going to

Grace slapped

Edgar’s icy stare from the

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

online…?Ah!”

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him sprawling into a

sickening crunch, he spat

unconscious.

whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t you let

face was stormy. “Could you really stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s

going on with himself. When he discovered what those people

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

Grace, who was she to question

righteousness was nothing short

feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than death is

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

took for naive righteousness was nothing but her

into today’s incident. You can rest

her eyes

she