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, “Well then,

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in the air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn blared from somewhere

suddenly spun into view,

The driver had changed.

benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a month

then dismounted from the

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

were all

black as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace,

of the gangsters hastily grabbed

to play the knight in shining armor, eased her high heels

was more than pleased to let someone

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

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

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

I’ll never bother the lady again. I

him further, Grace stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her

whatever work comes our way, as long

not going

her free hand, Grace

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

No, no, no, Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record your humiliation and post

online…?Ah!”

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a kick sent him

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

unconscious.

to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t you

m s is off the charts! Were

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

once his ex-wife and it

question him? Didn’t

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 in pain. Living a life

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

took for naive righteousness was nothing but her holding

get Tim to look into today’s incident. You

her

she