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.

hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold

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her words hung in the air, the ten gangsters

Beep beep beep!

horn

suddenly spun into view,

The driver had changed.

benched by Edgar, his wages

dismounted from the

6’2″, striding forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was

were all

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

rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs,

Edgar had come to play the knight in shining armor, eased her high

pleased to let someone else take

minutes,

eyes seemed as deep as a

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

I’ll never

the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze menacing, “Who

know. We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have no

going to

hand, Grace

was shell-shocked by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the

don’t know. The guy was generous with his money,

online…?Ah!”

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sent him

he spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

to

you really stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s is off the charts! Were you really considering letting him

When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his blood

his ex-wife and it

question him?

righteousness was nothing

knocked him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

righteousness was nothing but