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.”

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

smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace beckoned, “Well then,

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her words hung in the air, the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from somewhere

Hurricane suddenly spun into

The driver had changed.

driving skills got Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a month

stone-faced, then dismounted

that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had a crew of ten in

gangsters were all

obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace,

of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in a

come to play the knight in shining armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning against

more than pleased to let someone

to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving only the head on the

which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed

head was so intimidated by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and he

mercy. I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never bother the

was about to interrogate him further, Grace stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze menacing, “Who

gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as

not going to talk,

hand, Grace slapped

by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from

swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling into a

he spat

unconscious.

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

these scu m s is off the charts!

what was going on with himself. When he discovered what those people

was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others to lay a hand on

she to question

naive righteousness was nothing short of

feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

was nothing but her

look into today’s incident. You can rest easy, there’s

her eyes at

said she was