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

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

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in the air, the

Beep beep beep!

car horn blared

Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into view, executing a

The driver had changed.

skills got Tim benched by Edgar, his

then dismounted from the

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

gangsters were

brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar

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

in shining armor, eased

to let

reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes,

eyes seemed as deep as

by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and he fell

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

ground.

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

not going to

free hand, Grace slapped him across

fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from

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

online…?Ah!”

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a kick sent him sprawling

by a sickening crunch, he spat out a mouthful

unconscious.

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

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

he discovered what those

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

who was she to question him? Didn’t

was

him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

was nothing but her holding a

incident. You can

her eyes

she