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.

her lips and a glint of cold determination in

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the

Beep beep beep!

horn

spun

The driver had changed.

Tim benched by Edgar, his wages docked for a month to

dismounted from the

his aura was so potent that it seemed he had

were

brimmed with deadly

of the gangsters hastily grabbed

eased her

was more than pleased to let someone else take the

fierce and swift. Within minutes, he had

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

stare that his knees

scram immediately, and I’ll never bother the lady

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

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

going

her free hand, Grace slapped him across the

fierce demeanor. Noticing Edgar’s icy stare from the corner of his eye, he burst into a

wah, 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

crunch, he spat out a

unconscious.

to confront Edgar, “Why didn’t you let

scu m s is off the charts! Were you really

going on with himself. When he discovered what those people

ex-wife and it wasn’t up to

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

righteousness was nothing

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

Edgar was left gobsmacked.

He had misjudged.

took for naive righteousness was nothing but her