The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

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?”

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

point in asking who hired them, as they

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

said her piece, the ten thugs raised their

Honk, honk, honk!

a car

drifted seamlessly and appeared in their

driver was no longer

his

a cold expression

stature exuded an intimidating aura, making him seem like he

dropped wide open at the sight

and aimed a swift kick

raised their batons and charged

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

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

gaze as dark and foreboding as

fell to his knees and begged, “Please spare me. I’ll leave right away! I promise I

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

usually accept any job as long as the client is willing

to spill, huh?” Gwendolyn raised her

at Maverick’s murderous glare and wailed, “Gorgeous! No, Goddess! I swear

kick sent him flying straight into

sound echoed as the man coughed

as he was the

nasty. Don’t tell me you’re

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

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 was too light

speechless. It turns out I was wrong. She

no need to worry