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.”

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

in hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a

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her words hung in the air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs and

Beep beep beep!

horn blared

spun into

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for

stone-faced, then dismounted

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

gangsters were

obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace, booting a

of the gangsters hastily grabbed

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

than pleased to let someone

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

eyes seemed as deep as a

knees buckled, and

have mercy. I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never

ground. With one hand, she yanked the head

taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price

going

her free hand, Grace slapped him across the

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

don’t know. The guy was generous with

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him

by a sickening crunch, he spat out

unconscious.

expression darkened, and she whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t

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

didn’t know what was going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace,

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

who was she to question

was nothing short

with one 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 let

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

was nothing but

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

her

she was