The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 64
Elon scoffed, beating his chest in bravado, “Just a mere protege of Rin Sakuragawa? It won’t take more than three swings for me to wipe her off the map!”
He was a former national combat sports champion, hence his high-dollar hire as a bodyguard for the Grammer family.
Having heard his reassurances, Sarah let out a small sigh of relief.
Raising her binoculars, she continued to survey the situation inside the cabin.
A few brutes on the ground writhed in pain, once again subdued by Grace.
Another kidnapper tried a sneak attack with a knife, only to have Grace nimbly grab his wrist and send him crashing to the floor with a well-executed shoulder throw.
She twisted his hands behind his back and swiftly kicked his knees out from under him. “Planning a sneak attack? You wouldn’t stand a chance even with a few more years of practice.”
She tightened her grip on his hands, causing the kidnapper to wince in pain and beg for mercy. From a distance, Sarah watched in bitter frustration, grinding her teeth. “These goons are no match for her! Elon, you’re up! If you can’t deal with her today, you’re fired!”
“Right away, Miss. Grammer.”
Rolling up his sleeves, Elon was about to barrel into the wooden cabin when his phone buzzed.
He quickly glanced at the screen, his face palpable as he anxiously said, “Miss. Grammer, our informant says there are two groups at the foot of the mountain, believed to be Mr. Smith of the Angle Group and Mr. Fallen of the Fallen Group. We need to leave!”
“No way! If we leave now, this whole trip would be for nothing! I need to see that b itch grovel at my feet!” Sarah defiantly retorted.
Elon, desperate to whisk her away but restrained by his role, continued his appeal, “Please consider, in Frant City, those two are not to be trifled with! If they stumble upon us here, we wouldn’t be able to talk our way out of it even with ten tongues! Miss. Grammer, if we don’t scram now, we won’t get another chance!”
Every memory of Patric’s tender treatment towards Grace stoked her fury, fueling her desire to tear Grace limb from limb.
But the circumstances forced her to hold back, and with a final resentful glare at the wooden cabin, Sarah reluctantly retreated down another trail.
Inside the wooden cabin

Grace had completed another round with the five kidnappers, deliberately allowing them to regroup and attack,
After two rounds, the brutes writhed on the ground, wailing in pain.
Dusting off her hands, Grace leaned against the doorway, c oolly watching the spectacle unfold. “Release her, or I promise you, you’ll be in a world of hurt, a hundredfold worse than you are now. You’d best give it a good hard think,” the leader of the kidnappers wheezed out between breaths, If he truly set them free, it was curtains for him. Might as well go down swinging!
Gritting his teeth, he locked his gaze with her piercing stare, picked up the fallen knife and pressed it against the unconscious neck of Abigail
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“Listen, darling, it’s high time you think this through! She’s my hostage, would you believe I could kill her first?
“If you dare lay a finger on her, I swear I’ll make you suffer a million times more,” threatened Grace, ice in her eyes and a fierce, commanding aura radiating off her.
The kidnapper was well aware of her formidable skills and didn’t dare to act recklessly, Cowering, he pulled back a little, yet the knife against Abigail’s throat remained unwavering.
After all, this was his final get-out-of-jail-free card. Releasing his grip now would be akin to throwing in the towel, forfeiting his last shot at survival.
Abigail was out cold, yet her brows remained furrowed, a clear sign of distress.
Grace was worried about the kidnapper overacting and hurting Abigail, so she too played it safe.
The kidnapper tried to keep a poker face as they stood at an impasse.
Just as the stalemate persisted, a flurry of chatter echoed from outside the door, growing louder as if a heated argument was brewing.
Grace knitted her brows, shot the kidnapper a chilling glance, and ventured outside to check the
commotion.
As the dispute approached, she looked towards the source of the sound and spotted two familiar faces out of the blue.
“What are you doing here?” questioned Patric, coldly eyeing Edgar with obvious annoyance.
Edgar wasn’t interested in any banter, and retorted curtly. “Do I need to keep Mr. Smith in the loop about my whereabouts? Or does Mr. Smith have a strange fetish for tracking people’s moves?”
As the tension mounted between the two, ready to explode any second, Grace, with an expression of helplessness, stepped in to mediate.
“Why are you guys here?”
“You little girl, never giving us a moment’s peace,” Patric ruffled her hair playfully. “It’s Susan who told me that you were going out to fight, so I came along. How did it go? Need a hand?”
“It’s all wrapped up. Five against one, like they stood a chance,” Grace remarked with a nonchalant smile.
Hearing her words, despite being aware of her formidable skills, Edgar felt a jolt of surprise.
One against five.
That’s not a feat every woman could pull off.
His suspicions grew deeper and curiosity about her identity piqued even more.
Edgar became increasingly sure that her story went deeper than just an average orphan raised by the welfare ifistitution. There must have been some twists and turns in her past. Each time he looked at her, the inquisitiveness in his dark, deep-set eyes grew a tad stronger.
In stark contrast, Patric was as cool as a cucumber, seemingly unfazed, as if he’d seen it coming a mile away.
No sooner had Grace stepped into the wooden cabin, than Patric and Edgar, followed by their respective bodyguards, moved in.