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 obviously wouldn’t reveal their employer’s identity.

as her lips curled. A cold gleam filled her eyes as she challenged, “Bring it

said her piece, the ten thugs

Honk, honk, honk!

away, a car started honking loudly.

Lamborghini Huracan drifted seamlessly

driver was no

Noah out of the car for his poor driving skills and deducted a month of

out of the car with a cold

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

wide open at the sight of

fury as he strode past Gwendolyn and aimed a swift kick at one thug.

their batons and charged at

save a damsel in distress, Gwendolyn put on her high heels and leaned back against her car to witness the

was thrilled that someone was here to

most of the thugs. The only man left standing was the leader who glared at Maverick warily.

as dark and foreboding

legs trembled profusely as he fell to his knees and begged, “Please spare me. I’ll leave right away! I promise

to ask questions when Gwendolyn strutted over in her high heels. Grabbing the leader’s collar, she shot him a vicious glare and demanded, “Who sent you

as long as the client is willing to pay well. I don’t know

raised her arm to give him

murderous glare and wailed, “Gorgeous! No, Goddess! I swear I don’t know anything! The client paid us handsomely to sexually

sent him flying straight

echoed as the man coughed

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

thugs are unbelievably nasty. Don’t tell me you’re planning to let the matter slip.”

Despite our separation, she’s still my ex–wife,

right after you kicked him, so he didn’t experience any pain at all. You should’ve tortured him

I was wrong. She isn’t kind at all, for she is