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.

high heels in hand, a smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination in her

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air, the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

horn

sleek silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into view, executing a perfect

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a month

then dismounted from the

striding forward with a swagger that whipped up a gust, his aura was so potent that it seemed he had a crew of ten in his

were

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

the rest of the gangsters hastily grabbed their

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

than pleased to let someone else take the

with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down

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

that his knees buckled, and he fell

I’ll never bother the lady again. I beg you, let

was about to interrogate him further, Grace stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the

way, as long as the price is right. I swear I have no idea

going to

Grace

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

Miss… No, no, no, Goddess! I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling into a nearby

spat out a mouthful of blood before

unconscious.

she whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why

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

on with himself. When he discovered what those

was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others to lay a hand on

was she to question

righteousness was

He should’ve been conscious,

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

righteousness was nothing but her holding