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.”

their employer’s name, Grace didn’t

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

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in the air, the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from

Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into view,

The driver had changed.

benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a

stone-faced, then dismounted from

frame, topping 6’2″, striding forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was

gangsters were all

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

of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling

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

than pleased to

to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down

knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed

his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground in

I’ll never bother

Edgar 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

gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have no

going

her free hand, Grace slapped him across the

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

The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record your humiliation and

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling into

by a sickening crunch, he spat out

unconscious.

around to

really stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s is off

going on with himself. When he discovered what those people

it wasn’t up to others to lay a hand

to question him? Didn’t that person deserve to

naive righteousness was nothing short

him a disgruntled look. “You knocked him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

he took for naive righteousness was

You can rest easy, there’s no need

rolled her

said she