The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 22

Grace gritted her teeth, refusing to slow down, but accelerated and seemed to want to die with them.

The two black cars in front were taken aback as she charged forward unblinkingly, sending shivers down their spines.

In the heart-stopping final two seconds before impact, both black cars synchronized, retreating half a yard.

The petite Santana just squeezed through the gap.

Before she could catch her breath, the two black cars were tailing her like hounds on a

scent.

Grace wanted to get rid of them, but the acceleration of her little Santana just couldn’t shake the tailgating black cars.

She bit her lip, a cool resolve settling in her heart.

Via the rear-view mirror, Grace took a quick count of the occupants of the black cars. Including the driver, each car carried five people.

In total, ten men, each one seeming a hulking brute.

If it came down to a war of attrition, Grace’d be toast, but if she could outsmart them, she might have a fighting chance of around sixty to seventy percent.

In for a penny, in for a pound, Grace thought. Today’s just been one of those days, might as well have a go.

Bring it on!

Having made up her mind, Grace parked her car with steely resolve on the outskirts of an abandoned building.

The two black cars stopped right after, disgorging ten burly men in unison.

They held crude clubs in their hands, looking fierce.

Grace leaned against her car, hands in her pockets, nonchalantly taking in the scene.

When the gangsters caught sight of her sizzling figure beneath the skin-tight white dress, their eyes nearly popped out.

Today’s job was going to be a real windfall!

Grace cooll y eyed each of them, her red lips parting to ask, “So, who sent you here?”

The head of the gangsters, eyes full of lecherous intent, retorted, “Don’t blame us, sweetheart. You’ve only got yourself to blame for ruffling the wrong feathers.”

they wouldn’t expose their employer’s name, Grace didn’t bother

on her lips and a glint of cold determination in

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air, the ten gangsters raised

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn blared from

sleek silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun

The driver had changed.

Edgar, his wages docked

stone-faced, then dismounted

tall frame, topping 6’2″, striding forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent

gangsters were

black as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace,

the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs,

shining armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning against her car to

than pleased to let someone else take the

with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down

echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as

knees buckled,

I’ll never

stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze menacing,

don’t know. We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have no idea

going to talk,

Grace slapped him across the

fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his eye, he

generous

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling

spat out a mouthful

unconscious.

darkened, and she whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t you

stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s is

with himself. When he discovered what those

and it wasn’t up to others to

who was she to question him? Didn’t

naive righteousness was

a thing. He should’ve been

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

naive righteousness was nothing but her

Tim to look into today’s incident. You can rest easy, there’s no

rolled her eyes at

she was