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

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the ten gangsters raised their clubs and

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from somewhere

Hurricane suddenly spun into view, executing a

The driver had changed.

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

dismounted from

6’2″, striding forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had a crew

were all

obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar

grabbed their

play the knight in shining armor, eased

more than pleased to let someone

swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving only the head

echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep as a

that his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground in a crumpled

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

clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze menacing, “Who

whatever work comes our way, as long as

not going

her free hand, Grace slapped him across

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

swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling

spat

unconscious.

around to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t you

stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s is off the charts! Were

discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his blood

and it wasn’t up to others to

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

naive righteousness was nothing short of

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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

he took for naive righteousness was

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

her eyes at

she was