Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Gwendolyn clenched her jaw. Instead of slowing down, she floored the accelerator and picked up speed. Her eyes glimmered with a fiery resolve as if she was ready to take them on.

Both black car drivers were taken aback as she drove towards them without hesitation.

Two seconds before they were about to bump into each other, the black cars retreated in unison, allowing Gwendolyn’s Volkswagen Santana to slip away through the small gap between them.

Before she could heave a sigh of relief, the black cars immediately came after her.

Gwendolyn wanted to go around in circles to shake them off, but her Volkswagen Santana wasn’t quick enough to do so.

She bit her lip, but her heart was unusually calm.

Through the rearview mirror, she roughly estimated the number of occupants in the black cars.

There were five people in each black car including the driver.

There were ten strong, burly men in total.

I’ll be at a disadvantage if the fight continues for too long. If I use my abilities wisely, however, I may have a sixty percent chance of emerging victorious. I’ll have to confront them no matter what. I’m feeling grumpy today, so it’ll feel nice to have a good fight! F*ck it!

After making up her mind, she drove her car toward an abandoned building on the outskirts. Her face showed a steely determination as she pulled into the parking lot.

The black cars skidded to a halt behind her, and ten intimidating burly men armed with batons got down.

Gwendolyn leaned on her car casually with her arms folded.

The thugs‘ faces lit up with excitement when they saw her voluptuous figure clothed in a snug white dress.

They were convinced they had struck gold by accepting this deal.

Without fear, Gwendolyn swept her gaze over them and parted her lips to ask, “Tell me. Who sent you here?”

The thug leader leered at her. “Beautiful, don’t blame us for what’s about to happen. Blame yourself for crossing someone you shouldn’t have.”

them, as they

kicked off her high heels as her lips curled. A

piece, the ten thugs

Honk, honk, honk!

far away, a car started honking

Huracan drifted seamlessly and appeared in their sight.

driver was no longer Noah.

car for his poor driving skills and deducted a month of his salary

with a cold expression

and eighty–eight centimeters stature exuded an intimidating aura, making him seem like he had ten

dropped wide open at the sight of

he strode past Gwendolyn and aimed a swift kick at one thug. His kick sent

thugs instantly raised their batons and charged

Gwendolyn put on her high heels and

she was thrilled that someone was here to help

of the

as dark and

felt a chill go down his spine being the target of Maverick’s frosty gaze. His legs trembled profusely as he fell to his knees and begged, “Please spare me. I’ll leave right away! I promise I won’t

was about to ask questions when Gwendolyn strutted over in her high heels. Grabbing the leader’s collar, she

usually accept any job as long as the client is willing to pay well. I don’t know who the person

raised her arm

shocked senseless by Gwendolyn’s harsh slap. He took one look at Maverick’s murderous glare and wailed, “Gorgeous! No, Goddess! I swear I don’t know anything! The client paid

him flying straight into

sound echoed as the man coughed up

she turned over her shoulder to glance at Maverick as he was the one who had delivered the kick. “Why didn’t you wait for him to finish his

“Seriously? These thugs are unbelievably nasty. Don’t

with me? When I found out what they intended to do to Gwendolyn, I couldn’t control my rage. Despite our separation, she’s still my ex–wife, and I won’t

You should’ve tortured him while he was conscious. The agony will make

speechless. It turns out I was wrong. She isn’t kind