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 name, Grace didn’t bother

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

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air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from

silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun

The driver had changed.

Edgar, his wages

stone-faced, then dismounted from

whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had a crew of ten in

were

brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored

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

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

more than pleased to let someone else

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

eyes seemed as deep

knees buckled, and

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

interrogate him further, Grace stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up

our way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have no idea

not going to

hand, Grace

Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from

guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record your

online…?Ah!”

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sent him

a sickening crunch, he spat out a mouthful of

unconscious.

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

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

with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to do to

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

for Grace, who was she to question him? Didn’t

was

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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

for naive righteousness was nothing but

You can rest easy, there’s no need to

rolled her eyes

she was