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.

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

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hung in the air, the ten

Beep beep beep!

car horn blared from

suddenly spun into view,

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked

dismounted from

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

were all

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

hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves

to play the knight in shining armor, eased her high heels back on, leaning against her

than pleased to let

a force to be reckoned with, fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had

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

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

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

heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze menacing, “Who sent you

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

not going to talk,

her free hand, Grace slapped him across

Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of

I swear I really don’t know. The guy was generous with his money, asked us to rough you up, then record

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling

a sickening crunch, he spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

whipped around to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t

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

discovered what those people

and it wasn’t up to others

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

righteousness was nothing short

feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain. Living a life worse than

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

righteousness was nothing but her holding