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?”

leered at her. “Beautiful, don’t blame 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 reveal their

curled. A cold gleam filled her eyes as she challenged, “Bring it

the ten

Honk, honk, honk!

away, a car started

Huracan drifted seamlessly

was no

for his poor driving skills and deducted a month

the car with a cold expression after it screeched to

hundred and eighty–eight centimeters stature exuded an intimidating aura, making him seem like he had ten

open at

and aimed a swift kick

other thugs instantly raised their batons

he was here to save a damsel in distress, Gwendolyn put on her high heels and leaned back against her car to witness the heroic battle

that someone was here

most of the thugs. The only man left standing was

his hands, his gaze as dark and foreboding as

gaze. His legs trembled profusely as he fell to his knees and begged, “Please spare me. I’ll leave right away! I promise I

high heels. Grabbing the leader’s collar, she shot him a

as long as the client is willing to pay well.

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

and wailed, “Gorgeous! No, Goddess! I swear I don’t know

kick sent him flying straight

the man coughed up blood

Maverick as he was the one who had delivered the kick. “Why didn’t you

unbelievably nasty.

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

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 agony will make him long for death. Kicking him

She isn’t kind at

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