The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

He squinted his eyes, smiling with excitement.

Mr. Jenkins only asked to persuade her as much as possible, but he never said they couldn’t use force if persuasion didn’t work.

He tried playing the nice guy, but this girl just didn’t appreciate it.

Watching the men circle in, Grace Harrison began to retreat, trying to think of a plan in her head.

She had been observing for a long time, and getting help was impossible, but before they snatched her cell phone, she had already sent messages for help.

She didn’t have a significant other, but she had a close friend.

She and Alicia Taylor had each other as emergency contacts and agreed that if one called and didn’t say anything, that meant they were in trouble, and the other needed to call the police.

Even though they just had a fight, Grace chose to believe in Alicia.

As time ticked away, minute by minute, Grace began to lose hope.

Despite her struggles, she was still taken away by the men.

As they stuffed her into the car, a whistle sound began to approach.

At the moment everyone was stunned, Grace broke free and jumped down from the van.

Everyone turned to look towards the source of the whistle sound; a girl in a cotton coat, crying and running towards them while blowing the whistle.

She knew it was dangerous here, but she blew the whistle and came without hesitation.

She was scared, tears running down her face, but the whistle sound grew louder and louder.

“Alicia!”

Grace covered her mouth, her eyes tearing up.

She actually came alone.

Alicia blew the whistle, not stopping her advance.

Gradually, she noticed the crowd of tall, burly men, a dozen or so.

Scared?

Yes.

The moment she received Grace’s call for help, she had sent a message to Molly Walker.

Originally, she didn’t have to come.

Even though Grace had lied to her, she still came.

“Alicia, go away, don’t come here.” Grace knew the methods of these men.

She only texted Alicia to call the police, never expecting her to come.

Seeing Alicia brought hope, but the next second, fear gripped her heart.

Alicia shouldn’t stay here.

“Alicia, go quickly.”

“Take this one too.” The man impatiently called his underlings.

Before Alicia could react, the men came over, covered her mouth, and stuffed her and Grace into the car.

The car drove off, heading towards the suburbs of the city.

Inside the car, Grace and Alicia faced each other with tears streaming down their faces.

Alicia wanted to tell Grace that everything would be okay, but deep down, she was nervous, unsure if Molly received the message and whether the police would arrive in time.

Seeing the increasingly unfamiliar scenery outside the car window, Alicia’s panic showed on her face.

“You can still regret it now, girl.” The man pointed at Alicia and said to Grace, “I know you’re brave, but you wouldn’t want to see your friend get hurt, right?”

At his words, Grace’s body shuddered, tears welling up in her eyes.

She thought of what Alicia had said – that her background couldn’t withstand any turmoil.

She couldn’t let Alicia down anymore.

“Let her go, and I’ll do whatever you want.”

Grace’s face was lifeless.

Hearing this, the man smiled with satisfaction, “Why didn’t you just say that earlier, so we didn’t have to work so hard?”

“Come on, sign this.” The man took out a printed document, “Sign this, and if the police ask, say you saw nothing and Ivy Thompson threatened you to give false testimony.”

Grace glanced at the words on the paper and heard his words, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

Not only did the words on the paper completely deny Jerry Jenkins’ crimes, but they also falsely accused Molly Walker.

“I did not take Ivy’s money.”

“I know you didn’t, but you have to say that, or else the police will think you were threatened when you suddenly change your tune.” The man leisurely twisted a cigarette and put it in his mouth, ignited it, took a deep breath, and blew it out.

The car instantly filled with the strong smell of low-quality tobacco.

“If you don’t do as I say, then I’ll just have to take some nude photos of you two sisters and upload them online. The internet traffic is great nowadays, and it could make you famous in minutes.”

Hearing this, Grace Harrison felt nauseous.

There are all kinds of people on the internet now, and those seeking novelty are especially numerous.

If their photos were really uploaded, their lives would be ruined.

But she couldn’t do something that would hurt Ivy Thompson either.

The atmosphere suddenly reached a stalemate.

Alicia Taylor’s mouth was sealed with tape, and she shook her head vigorously at Grace.

Grace looked deeply into Alicia’s eyes and said to the man, “If you let my friend go, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Hearing this, tears streamed down Alicia’s face.

She didn’t expect Grace to go this far for her.

Being touched, feeling guilty, and miserable surged in her heart all at once.

Alicia closed her eyes and prayed in her heart.

Her cry for help must work!

Suddenly, the car slammed on the brakes, and the piercing sound of screeching tires filled the air.

“Damn it, what the hell are you doing!”

The man violently threw the cigarette butt at the driver’s head.

The driver, burned, quickly caught it and threw it out the window.

“Big Boss, there are people ahead.”

People?

The man looked up irritably and was somewhat baffled to see dozens of people standing in front of the car.

What’s going on?

“Get out of the car.”

The tall, thin man leading the group of dozens held a long stun baton in his hand, clearly not a simple weapon.

Taking another look, it seemed that every single person in the group had a stun baton.

“Damn it!” The man recognized the weapons and cursed.

Stun batons weren’t easy for ordinary people to buy. He also studied them, but the ones these men held were not ordinary stun batons; they were modified.

A modified stun baton might transform into a long dagger at the push of a button.

He thought for a few seconds and quickly noticed the disparity between the two sides.

Fight?

Only a fool would try.

He opened the car door and smiled at the tall, skinny man, offering him a cigarette. “Which gang do you belong to, bro?”

While talking, he couldn’t help but check out the stun baton at the man’s waist.

Upon closer inspection, his heart skipped a beat.

The structure of the stun baton was indeed complex, and if he hadn’t guessed wrong, it could transform into a different weapon.

Modifying such a thing required not only technical expertise but also money.

They had run into a tough nail.

“What’s going on…” The man’s subordinates inside the car looked left and right, their faces a little flustered.

The quick surrender of their boss meant that the other side had ill intentions.

They wondered if the other side had chosen this spot deliberately to set up an ambush. Right now, they were in a wilderness area just before getting on the highway. Even if several people were dealt with here, no one would know.

If a fight really started…

“Should we…run?”

“Might as well. We can’t win, and I haven’t even gotten married yet!”

…

Grace watched as the men in the car “surrendered without a fight” and was left speechless.

She had seen scared people before but never ones this cowardly.

“Run, run? What do you mean run!” One of the men with a scar on his face glared at them fiercely. “Can you even escape? You idiots, giving up so easily? How are we supposed to survive in this world after this?”

“You guys may be scared, but I’m not.”

“Those with guts, follow me and charge straight out!” The scar-faced man pulled out a knife from somewhere and spoke passionately.