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.

smirk playing on her lips and a glint of cold determination in her eyes, Grace

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the ten gangsters raised their

Beep beep beep!

horn blared from

sleek silver-grey Lamborghini Hurricane suddenly spun into

The driver had changed.

by Edgar, his

dismounted from the

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

were all

eyes, black as obsidian, brimmed with deadly intent. Edgar

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

than pleased to let someone else take

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

ominously, Edgar’s eyes seemed as deep as

so intimidated by Edgar’s stare that his knees

have mercy. I’ll scram immediately, and I’ll never bother

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

whatever work comes our way, as long as the price is right.

going

hand, Grace slapped him

head was shell-shocked by Grace’s fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his

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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sent him

a sickening crunch, he spat

unconscious.

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

s is off the charts! Were you really considering letting him off the h o

going on with himself. When he discovered what those people planned to

his ex-wife and it wasn’t

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

was

cold with one hit, the guy didn’t feel a thing. He should’ve been conscious, squirming

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

he took for naive righteousness was nothing but her holding a