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 didn’t

and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace beckoned, “Well then, bring it

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her words hung in the air, the ten

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn blared from somewhere

sleek silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his

stone-faced, then dismounted from the

a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had a

gangsters were

brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace, booting a

the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling

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

pleased to let someone

fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine

knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes

that his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground

never bother the lady again. I beg

ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her

We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the

going

free hand, Grace slapped

fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner

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

sickening crunch, he spat out a mouthful

unconscious.

darkened, and she whipped around to

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

was going on with himself. When he discovered what

it wasn’t up to others to lay a hand on

to question him?

was nothing short

“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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

righteousness was

look into today’s incident. You can rest easy, there’s no need to

her eyes

she