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.”

Seeing that they wouldn’t expose their employer’s name, Grace didn’t bother with further inquiry.

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

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words hung in the air, the

Beep beep beep!

car horn blared

silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into

The driver had changed.

benched by Edgar,

stone-faced, then dismounted from the

whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he

were

eyes, black as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent.

of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in

armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning against her car to enjoy

was more than pleased to let someone

a force to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving only the head on

echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed

by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground in

have mercy. I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never bother the lady

clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head

just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have

going

free hand, Grace slapped him across the

fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his eye, he burst into

don’t know. The guy was generous with

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling

sickening crunch, he spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

and she whipped around to confront

these scu m s is off the charts! Were you

didn’t know what was going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned

it wasn’t up to others to

for Grace, who was she to question him? Didn’t that

righteousness was

cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

was nothing but