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.”

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

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

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the ten gangsters raised their clubs and

Beep beep beep!

car horn blared

spun into view, executing a perfect

The driver had changed.

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

then dismounted from

whipped up a gust, his

were all

deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace,

the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling

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

was more than pleased to let someone else

force to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes,

his knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep as a

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

never

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

way, as long as the price is right. I

not going to

hand, Grace slapped him across

icy stare from the

Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling into

he spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

expression darkened, and she whipped around to

s is off the charts! Were

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

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

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

righteousness was

thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than death is the ultimate torment. You let him off

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

naive righteousness was nothing but

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

her eyes

she was