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.”

employer’s name, Grace

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

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the air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs and

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from

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

The driver had changed.

got Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for

stone-faced, then dismounted from

up a gust, his aura

were

deadly intent.

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

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

more than pleased to let someone else take

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

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

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

never bother the lady again. I beg you,

heels clicking against the ground.

whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear

not going

her free hand, Grace slapped him across the

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

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

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling

he spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

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

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

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

ex-wife and it wasn’t

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

was

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.

righteousness was nothing

to look into today’s incident. You can rest easy, there’s

rolled her eyes

she was