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.

a glint of cold determination in her eyes,

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in the air, the ten gangsters

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn blared from somewhere

Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into view, executing

The driver had changed.

driving skills got Tim benched by Edgar,

dismounted from

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

were all

with deadly intent.

this, the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling

realizing Edgar had come to play the knight in shining armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning against her car to

was more than pleased to let

swift. Within minutes, he

Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep as a

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

and I’ll never bother the lady

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

know. We’re just hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as

going

Grace

Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the

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

online…?Ah!”

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him

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

unconscious.

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

face was stormy. “Could you really stomach hearing more? The depravity of these scu m s is off the charts! Were you really considering letting him off the h o o

he discovered what

ex-wife and it wasn’t up to

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

was nothing short of

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.

was nothing but