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?”

blame us for what’s about to happen. Blame yourself for

them,

heels as her lips curled. A cold

ten thugs raised their

Honk, honk, honk!

away, a car

silver–grey Lamborghini Huracan drifted seamlessly and appeared in their

driver was no longer

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

the car with a cold expression after it screeched to

aura, making him seem like he had ten men behind him even though

jaws dropped wide open at the sight

he strode past Gwendolyn and

instantly raised their batons and charged at

put on her high heels and

she was thrilled that someone was here to

a few minutes, he managed to take down most of

his gaze as dark and foreboding as

fell to his knees and begged, “Please spare me. I’ll leave right away! I promise I won’t bother the lady anymore. Please spare

questions when Gwendolyn strutted over in her high heels. Grabbing the

client is willing to pay well.

huh?” Gwendolyn raised her arm

senseless by Gwendolyn’s harsh slap. He took one look at Maverick’s murderous glare and wailed, “Gorgeous! No, Goddess! I swear I don’t know anything! The client paid us handsomely to sexually assault

a kick sent him flying

A cracking sound echoed as the man coughed up blood and lost

over her shoulder to glance at Maverick as he was the one who had delivered the kick.

These thugs are unbelievably nasty. Don’t

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

gave him 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 was conscious. The

speechless. It turns out I was wrong. She isn’t kind at

to look into the matter. There’s no need