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?”

leered at her. “Beautiful, don’t blame us for what’s about to happen. Blame yourself for crossing someone you shouldn’t

asking who hired them,

she kicked off her high heels as her lips curled. A cold gleam filled her

she said her piece, the ten thugs raised

Honk, honk, honk!

away, a car

Lamborghini Huracan drifted seamlessly and appeared in their

driver was no longer Noah.

his poor driving

cold expression after it screeched to a halt.

stature exuded an intimidating aura, making him seem like

thugs jaws dropped wide open at the sight of

was blazing with fury as he strode past Gwendolyn and aimed a swift kick at one thug. His kick sent the

raised their batons and charged at

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

thrilled that someone was here

swift and merciless. In just a few minutes, he managed to take down most of the thugs.

as dark and foreboding as the

chill go down his spine being the target of Maverick’s frosty gaze. His legs trembled profusely as he fell to his knees and begged, “Please spare me. I’ll leave right away! I promise

was 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 sent you

usually accept any job as long as the client is willing to

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

and wailed, “Gorgeous! No, Goddess! I swear I

sent him flying

cracking sound echoed as the man coughed up blood and lost

scowled as she turned over her shoulder to glance at Maverick as he was the one who

expression was grim. “Seriously? These thugs are unbelievably nasty. Don’t tell me you’re planning to

intended to do to Gwendolyn, I couldn’t control my rage. Despite 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

he didn’t experience any pain at all. You should’ve tortured him while he was conscious. The agony will make him long for

was speechless. It turns out I was wrong. She isn’t kind at all, for she is a vindictive person.