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.”

employer’s name, Grace didn’t

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

Beep beep beep!

horn

spun into view, executing a

The driver had changed.

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

stone-faced, then dismounted from

forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed

were all

obsidian, brimmed with deadly

this, the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed

in shining armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning against

than pleased to let someone

swift. Within minutes,

eyes seemed as deep as a

knees buckled,

immediately, and I’ll never

against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his

just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right.

not going to talk,

free hand, Grace slapped him across

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

generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record your humiliation and

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling

by a sickening crunch, he spat out a mouthful of

unconscious.

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

scu m s is off the charts!

himself. When he discovered what those people

but Grace was once his ex-wife and it

Grace, who was she to question him? Didn’t that person deserve to

righteousness was nothing short

him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

righteousness was nothing but her

incident. You can rest easy, there’s no need

rolled her eyes at

said she was