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 bother

her lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes,

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the air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs

Beep beep beep!

car horn blared from

Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into view, executing

The driver had changed.

got Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked

dismounted from

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

were all

obsidian, brimmed with deadly

the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling

in shining armor, eased

was more than pleased to let someone

a force to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters,

knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes

intimidated by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and he fell to the

I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never bother the lady again. I beg you, let

him further, Grace stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she

as long as the price is right. I swear I have

going to talk,

free hand, Grace slapped him

by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his eye, he burst into a pitiful

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

online…?Ah!”

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him sprawling into a

spat out

unconscious.

expression darkened, and she whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why

s is

on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to do

Grace was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t

was she to question him? Didn’t

righteousness was nothing short of

didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

naive righteousness was nothing but her

to look into today’s incident. You can

her eyes

said she