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 glint of cold determination in her

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the air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs and

Beep beep beep!

car horn

spun into view,

The driver had changed.

by Edgar, his wages

stone-faced, then dismounted from

his aura was

gangsters were

as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent.

this, the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed

knight in shining armor, eased her high heels

than pleased to let

and swift. Within minutes, he

knuckles, which echoed ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep as a bottomless

head was so intimidated by Edgar’s stare that his knees buckled,

immediately, and I’ll never bother the lady again. I beg

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

don’t know. We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price

not going

hand, Grace slapped

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

no, Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with

online…?Ah!”

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him sprawling into a nearby

crunch, he spat out

unconscious.

to

m s is off

what was going on with himself. When he discovered

and it wasn’t up

question him? Didn’t that person deserve

naive righteousness was nothing short of

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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

righteousness was nothing but her holding