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.”

their employer’s name, Grace didn’t bother with further

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

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the ten gangsters raised

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn blared from

Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into view,

The driver had changed.

by Edgar,

dismounted from the

striding forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so

were

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

hastily grabbed their clubs,

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

more than pleased to let

be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had

eyes seemed as deep

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

never bother the lady again.

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

as long as the price is right. I swear

going to talk,

Grace slapped him across

head was shell-shocked by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the

wah, Miss… No, no, no, Goddess! I swear 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 nearby

he spat

unconscious.

around to confront

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

he discovered what those people planned to do

ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others

she to question him? Didn’t that person

righteousness was nothing short

a disgruntled look. “You knocked 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.

for naive righteousness was nothing but her

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

her eyes

said she was