Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 22
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?”
us for what’s about
saw no point in asking who hired them, as
off her high heels as her lips curled. A cold gleam filled her eyes as she challenged, “Bring
said her piece, the ten thugs raised their batons and charged at
Honk, honk, honk!
a car started honking
silver–grey Lamborghini Huracan drifted seamlessly
was no longer Noah.
of the car for his poor driving skills and deducted a month of his salary
with a cold expression
him seem like he
wide open at the sight
aimed a swift kick
their batons and
put on her high heels and leaned back against her
thrilled that someone
down most of the
his gaze as dark and foreboding as the
His legs trembled profusely as he fell to his knees
strutted over in her high heels. Grabbing the leader’s collar, she shot him a vicious glare and demanded, “Who sent you
We usually accept any job as long as the client is willing to pay well. I don’t know
refuse to spill, huh?” Gwendolyn raised her arm to give him
No, Goddess! I swear I don’t know anything! The client paid us handsomely to sexually assault
him flying
the man coughed up blood and lost consciousness.
one who had delivered the kick.
are unbelievably nasty. Don’t tell me you’re planning to let the matter slip.”
they 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
a frustrated look. “He fainted right after you kicked him, so he didn’t experience any pain at all. You should’ve
was wrong. She isn’t
About Wooing My Ex-Wife - Chapter 22
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