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.”

they wouldn’t expose their employer’s name, Grace

heels in hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination

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her words hung in the air, the

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn blared from somewhere

suddenly spun into

The driver had changed.

by Edgar,

then dismounted from

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

gangsters were

as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar

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

in shining armor, eased her high

was more than pleased to let someone else take

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

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

his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground

please, have mercy. I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never bother the lady again. I beg

high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked

don’t know. We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price

going to talk,

Grace

head was shell-shocked by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his eye, he burst

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

online…?Ah!”

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a kick sent him

a sickening crunch, he spat out a mouthful of blood before

unconscious.

to confront Edgar,

face was stormy. “Could you really stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s is off the charts! Were you really

on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his blood

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

she to question him? Didn’t that

naive righteousness was nothing

hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than death is the ultimate torment. You

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

for naive righteousness was

incident. You can

her eyes

she