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

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

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hung in the air, the ten gangsters

Beep beep beep!

car horn blared from somewhere

Hurricane suddenly spun into

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for

dismounted from

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

gangsters were all

black as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent.

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

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 else take

fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken

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

Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and he

and I’ll 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 collar, her gaze menacing, “Who sent you

taking whatever work comes our way, as long

going to talk,

free hand, Grace slapped him across the

by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the

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

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling into

spat out a mouthful of blood before

unconscious.

around to confront

these scu m s is off the charts! Were you really

he discovered what those people planned to do

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

Grace, who was she to question him?

naive righteousness was nothing short

guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious,

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

for naive righteousness was nothing but

look into today’s incident. You can rest

rolled her

said she