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

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her words hung in the air, the

Beep beep beep!

shrill car horn blared from

Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into view, executing a perfect

The driver had changed.

skills got Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for

then dismounted from the

6’2″, 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

deadly intent. Edgar ignored Grace, booting a

the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in a brawl

armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning against her car

pleased to let someone

force to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had taken down nine gangsters, leaving only the

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

that his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground in a

never bother the lady again. I beg you,

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 to

Grace slapped

stare from the corner of

The guy was generous with his

online…?Ah!”

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sent him sprawling into a nearby

a sickening crunch, he spat out

unconscious.

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

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

didn’t know what was going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his

once his ex-wife and it wasn’t

who was she to question him? Didn’t that person

naive righteousness was nothing

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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

naive righteousness was nothing but her