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

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her words hung in the air, the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

car horn blared from

Hurricane suddenly spun into

The driver had changed.

by Edgar, his wages

stone-faced, then dismounted from

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

were

brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar ignored

gangsters hastily grabbed

shining armor, eased her high heels back on,

more than pleased to let

and swift. Within minutes, he had taken

his knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as

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

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

against the ground. With one hand,

gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as

going to

free hand, Grace slapped him across

Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his eye, he burst into

I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record your

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling into a nearby

spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

around to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t

more? The depravity of these scu m s is off the charts!

himself. When he discovered what those people

had divorced, but Grace was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others to lay a

for Grace, who was she to question

naive righteousness was nothing short

knocked him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than death is the

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

he took for naive righteousness was