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?”

thug leader leered at her. “Beautiful, don’t blame us for what’s about to happen. Blame yourself for crossing someone you shouldn’t

no point in asking who hired them,

lips curled.

her piece, the ten thugs raised their

Honk, honk, honk!

a car

Lamborghini Huracan drifted seamlessly and appeared in

was no longer

Maverick threw Noah out of the car for his poor driving skills and deducted a month of his

out of the car with a cold expression after it screeched to a

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

dropped wide open at the

strode past Gwendolyn and aimed a swift kick at one thug. His kick

thugs instantly raised their

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

that someone

merciless. In just a few minutes, he managed to take down most of the thugs. The only man

hands, his gaze as dark and foreboding

the target of Maverick’s frosty gaze. His legs trembled profusely as he fell to his knees

over in her high heels. Grabbing the leader’s collar, she shot

don’t know. We usually accept any job as long as the client is willing to pay well. I don’t know who the

raised her

Maverick’s murderous glare and wailed, “Gorgeous! No, Goddess! I swear I don’t know anything! The client paid us handsomely to sexually assault you before posting the video of our deed online…

him

as the man coughed up blood

Maverick as he was the one who

These thugs are unbelievably nasty. Don’t tell me you’re planning to let the

control my rage. Despite our separation, she’s still

a frustrated look. “He fainted right after you kicked him, so he didn’t experience any pain at all. You should’ve tortured him while he

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

There’s no need to worry or be afraid,” he assured