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.

and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace beckoned, “Well then, bring

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air, the ten gangsters raised their clubs and

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from somewhere

spun into view, executing a perfect

The driver had changed.

driving skills got Tim benched by Edgar,

stone-faced, then dismounted from the

a gust, his

were all

as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent.

the gangsters hastily grabbed their clubs, entangling themselves in

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

pleased to let someone else take the

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

eyes seemed as deep

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

never bother the lady again.

him further, Grace stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the ground. With one hand, she yanked the head up by his collar, her gaze menacing,

hired gangsters, taking whatever work comes our way, as long as

not going

hand, Grace slapped him

by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of

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

online…?Ah!”

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kick sent him sprawling into a

spat out a mouthful of blood

unconscious.

to confront

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

was going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to do to Grace, his

divorced, but Grace was once his ex-wife and it wasn’t up to others

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

righteousness was

shot him a disgruntled look. “You knocked him out cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming in pain.

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

was nothing but