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?”

what’s about to happen. Blame yourself for crossing someone you shouldn’t

asking who hired them, as they

lips curled. A cold gleam filled

the ten thugs raised their batons and charged at

Honk, honk, honk!

far away, a car started honking

Huracan drifted seamlessly

driver was

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

out of the car with a cold expression after it screeched

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

dropped wide open at the sight

fury as he strode past Gwendolyn and

other thugs instantly raised their

Gwendolyn put on her high heels and

thrilled that someone

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

cracked his hands, his gaze as dark and foreboding

a chill go down his spine being the target of Maverick’s frosty gaze. His legs trembled profusely as he fell to his knees and begged, “Please spare me. I’ll leave right away! I

was about to ask questions when Gwendolyn strutted over in her high heels. Grabbing the leader’s collar, she shot him a vicious

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

to spill, huh?” Gwendolyn raised her arm to give him a

No, Goddess! I swear I don’t know anything! The

him flying straight

sound echoed as the man coughed up blood and

was the one who had delivered the

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

do to Gwendolyn, I couldn’t control my rage. Despite our separation, she’s still my ex–wife, and I won’t

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

wrong. She isn’t kind at all, for

into the matter. There’s no need to worry