Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 22 Never Understood Her

Gwendolyn clenched her jaw. Instead of slowing down, she floored the accelerator and picked up speed. Her eyes glimmered with a fiery resolve as if she was ready to take them on.

Both black car drivers were taken aback as she drove towards them without hesitation.

Two seconds before they were about to bump into each other, the black cars retreated in unison, allowing Gwendolyn’s Volkswagen Santana to slip away through the small gap between them.

Before she could heave a sigh of relief, the black cars immediately came after her.

Gwendolyn wanted to go around in circles to shake them off, but her Volkswagen Santana wasn’t quick enough to do so.

She bit her lip, but her heart was unusually calm.

Through the rearview mirror, she roughly estimated the number of occupants in the black cars.

There were five people in each black car including the driver.

There were ten strong, burly men in total.

I’ll be at a disadvantage if the fight continues for too long. If I use my abilities wisely, however, I may have a sixty percent chance of emerging victorious. I’ll have to confront them no matter what. I’m feeling grumpy today, so it’ll feel nice to have a good fight! F*ck it!

After making up her mind, she drove her car toward an abandoned building on the outskirts. Her face showed a steely determination as she pulled into the parking lot.

The black cars skidded to a halt behind her, and ten intimidating burly men armed with batons got down.

Gwendolyn leaned on her car casually with her arms folded.

The thugs‘ faces lit up with excitement when they saw her voluptuous figure clothed in a snug white dress.

They were convinced they had struck gold by accepting this deal.

Without fear, Gwendolyn swept her gaze over them and parted her lips to ask, “Tell me. Who sent you here?”

us for what’s about to happen. Blame yourself for crossing someone

saw no point in asking who hired them, as they obviously wouldn’t

before them, she kicked off her high heels as her lips curled. A cold gleam filled her eyes as she

piece, the ten thugs raised their batons and charged at

Honk, honk, honk!

far away, a car started honking

seamlessly

was no

his poor driving skills and deducted a

of the car with a cold expression after it screeched

exuded an intimidating aura, making him seem like he had ten men behind him even though he was

open at the sight

blazing with fury as he strode past Gwendolyn and aimed a

other thugs instantly raised their

here to save a damsel in distress, Gwendolyn put on her high heels and

she was thrilled that someone was here to help

just a few minutes, he managed to take down most of the thugs. The only man left standing was the leader who glared at Maverick

as

His legs trembled profusely as he fell to his knees and begged, “Please spare me. I’ll leave right away! I promise I won’t bother

was about to ask questions when Gwendolyn strutted over in her high heels. Grabbing the

know. We usually accept any job as long as the client is

Gwendolyn raised her arm

wailed, “Gorgeous! No, Goddess! I swear I don’t know anything! The client paid us handsomely to

a kick sent him

as the

to glance at Maverick as he was the one

unbelievably nasty. Don’t tell me you’re planning

out what they intended to do to Gwendolyn, I couldn’t control my rage. Despite our separation, she’s still my ex–wife, and I won’t allow anyone else to lay a finger on her.

pain at all. You should’ve tortured him while he was conscious. The agony will make him long

was wrong. She isn’t kind at all, for she is

matter. There’s no need