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.”

that they wouldn’t expose their employer’s name, Grace didn’t bother with further

her high heels in hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace

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hung in the air, the

Beep beep beep!

horn blared

suddenly spun into view, executing

The driver had changed.

benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a month

then dismounted from the

gust, his aura was so potent that

gangsters were all

as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored

the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their

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

more than pleased to let

fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving only the head

which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep

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

have mercy. I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never

Edgar was about 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 menacing, “Who sent

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

going to talk,

Grace slapped him across the

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

The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough

online…?Ah!”

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him sprawling into

crunch, he spat out

unconscious.

darkened, and she whipped around to confront Edgar,

m s is

what was going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his blood

it wasn’t up

she to question him?

righteousness was nothing short

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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

was

into today’s incident. You can

rolled her

said she was