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.”

expose their employer’s name, Grace

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

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air, the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

horn

suddenly spun into view,

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a month to

dismounted from the

topping 6’2″, striding forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had a crew of

were all

brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace, booting

the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs,

armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning

than pleased to

Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving only the

eyes seemed as deep

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

scram immediately, and I’ll never bother

her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up

comes our way, as

not going to talk,

her free hand, Grace

icy stare from the corner of his eye, he burst into a

Miss… No, no, no, Goddess! I swear 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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a kick sent him sprawling

spat out a

unconscious.

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

was stormy. “Could you really stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s is off the charts! Were you really considering

didn’t know what was going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to do

ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others

who was she to question him? Didn’t that

naive righteousness was nothing short

him 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 death is

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

took for naive righteousness was nothing but

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

rolled her eyes

she was