Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 22 Never Understood Her

Gwendolyn clenched her jaw. Instead of slowing down, she floored the accelerator and picked up speed. Her eyes glimmered with a fiery resolve as if she was ready to take them on.

Both black car drivers were taken aback as she drove towards them without hesitation.

Two seconds before they were about to bump into each other, the black cars retreated in unison, allowing Gwendolyn’s Volkswagen Santana to slip away through the small gap between them.

Before she could heave a sigh of relief, the black cars immediately came after her.

Gwendolyn wanted to go around in circles to shake them off, but her Volkswagen Santana wasn’t quick enough to do so.

She bit her lip, but her heart was unusually calm.

Through the rearview mirror, she roughly estimated the number of occupants in the black cars.

There were five people in each black car including the driver.

There were ten strong, burly men in total.

I’ll be at a disadvantage if the fight continues for too long. If I use my abilities wisely, however, I may have a sixty percent chance of emerging victorious. I’ll have to confront them no matter what. I’m feeling grumpy today, so it’ll feel nice to have a good fight! F*ck it!

After making up her mind, she drove her car toward an abandoned building on the outskirts. Her face showed a steely determination as she pulled into the parking lot.

The black cars skidded to a halt behind her, and ten intimidating burly men armed with batons got down.

Gwendolyn leaned on her car casually with her arms folded.

The thugs‘ faces lit up with excitement when they saw her voluptuous figure clothed in a snug white dress.

They were convinced they had struck gold by accepting this deal.

Without fear, Gwendolyn swept her gaze over them and parted her lips to ask, “Tell me. Who sent you here?”

what’s about to happen. Blame yourself for crossing someone

asking who hired them, as

before them, she kicked off her high heels as her lips curled. A cold

piece, the ten thugs raised

Honk, honk, honk!

a car started honking loudly.

Lamborghini Huracan drifted seamlessly and appeared

was no longer

ago, Maverick threw Noah out of the car for his poor driving skills and

stepped out of the car with a cold expression

and eighty–eight centimeters stature exuded an intimidating aura, making him seem like he had ten

wide open at the sight of him.

he strode past Gwendolyn and aimed a swift kick at one thug. His kick sent the

thugs instantly raised their batons and charged at him.

damsel in distress, Gwendolyn put on her high heels and leaned back against her car to witness the heroic battle that

was thrilled that someone was here to

was swift and merciless. In just a few minutes, he managed to take down most of the thugs. The only man left standing was the leader who glared at

his gaze as dark and foreboding as the night

legs trembled profusely as he fell to his knees

about to ask questions when Gwendolyn strutted over in her high heels. Grabbing the leader’s collar, she shot him a vicious glare and demanded, “Who

the client is willing to pay well. I don’t

to spill, huh?” Gwendolyn raised her arm to give him a tight slap.

swear I don’t know anything! The client paid us handsomely to sexually assault you before posting the video of our deed

a kick sent him flying straight into a pole.

A cracking sound echoed as the man coughed up blood

was the one who had delivered the kick. “Why didn’t you wait for him to finish his

Don’t tell me you’re planning

our separation, she’s still my ex–wife, and I won’t allow anyone else to lay a finger on her. That man deserves death, right? She’s a fool for

him a frustrated look. “He fainted right after you kicked him, so he didn’t experience any pain at all. You should’ve tortured him while he was conscious. The

turns out I was wrong. She isn’t kind at all, for