The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 22 Never Understood Her

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.

them and parted her

thug leader leered at her. “Beautiful, don’t blame us for what’s about to

hired them, as they obviously wouldn’t reveal their employer’s

her high heels as her lips curled. A cold gleam filled her eyes as she challenged,

said her piece, the ten thugs raised their batons

Honk, honk, honk!

away, a car

silver–grey Lamborghini Huracan drifted seamlessly and appeared in

was

his poor

the car with a cold expression

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

wide open at the sight

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

instantly raised their batons

was here to save a damsel in distress, Gwendolyn put on her high heels and leaned back against her car to witness the heroic battle that was about

she was thrilled that someone was here to help

to take down most of the thugs. The

cracked his hands, his gaze as dark and foreboding as

leader 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

high heels. Grabbing the leader’s collar, she shot him a vicious glare and

know. We usually accept any job as long as the client is willing to pay well.

Gwendolyn raised her arm to give him

slap. He took one look at Maverick’s murderous glare and wailed, “Gorgeous! No, Goddess! I

kick sent him flying straight into a

as the man coughed up blood and lost

to glance at Maverick as he was the one who had delivered the kick.

expression was grim. “Seriously? These thugs are unbelievably nasty. Don’t tell me you’re planning to let the matter

to Gwendolyn, I couldn’t control my rage. Despite our separation, she’s still my ex–wife, and I won’t allow anyone else to lay a finger on her. That man deserves death, right? She’s

look. “He fainted right after you kicked him, so he didn’t experience any pain at all. You should’ve tortured him while he was conscious. The agony will make him long for death. Kicking him was too light

turns out I was wrong. She isn’t kind at all, for she is a vindictive