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.

her lips and a

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in the air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs and

Beep beep beep!

car horn blared from

silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into view,

The driver had changed.

by Edgar, his

then dismounted

up a gust, his aura

were

eyes, black as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace,

rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in a brawl

the knight in shining armor, eased her high heels back

more than pleased to let someone

force to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down

echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed

so intimidated by Edgar’s stare that his knees

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

as Edgar was about to interrogate him further, Grace stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze menacing, “Who sent

hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is

not going

free hand, Grace slapped

shell-shocked by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his eye, he burst into

know. The guy was generous with

online…?Ah!”

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a kick sent him sprawling into

by a sickening crunch, he spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

expression darkened, and she whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t you

scu m s is off the charts! Were you really considering letting him off

When he discovered what those people planned to

ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others to

question

naive righteousness was

disgruntled look. “You knocked him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

naive righteousness was nothing