Mr. Billioneire Wife
Immediate Assault(Revision)

Meanwhile, John arrives in the Swiss city. His arrival here is about to avenge his beloved daughter. How dare Damian kill his beloved daughter.

Therefore John came carrying dozens of bodyguards and immediately searched Damian's location point for revenge. No word of rest. His plan had to work and after that he could live quietly.

His beloved niece must feel what she is feeling now. Damian has to lose the most valuable person in his life.

Well John's target this time is Grace, the treasure and throne he is seeking no longer mean now. Damian must suffer.

Grace is her nephew's life, if she's gone, then Damian is gone. Otherwise Damian going crazy is his little risk.

"Where are they now?" john asked his confidant.

"They're moving back to the resort!"

"Instead of them, we can't kill Grace if they get to the resort. I'm sure my niece put a lot of heavily armed guards!" john said and was immediately executed by his confidant.

John smiled slanted, playing the gun by twirling it in the fingers. Can't wait to avenge Damian's vile deeds.

Seeing the body of his daughter that was not intact made his anger explode. Even his daughter's fingers disappeared. Psychopaths should feel the same way. John swears he won't let go of Grace this time, the woman must die.

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On the way home, Damian felt a bad feeling. He felt something bad was coming. But Damian just kept quiet, not wanting to make Grace worry.

Especially after seeing two black cars following them from behind. His guess is getting stronger. Slowly Damian began to pierce the gas more and more increase the speed of his car.

His actions were not realized Grace, the woman was busy looking at photos and singing following the music she played.

His eyes were focused on the camera screen, not paying attention around so only Damian was aware if they were in the enemy's room.

"Darling, aren't you sleepy?" Grace turned and frowned. Confused by Damian's question.

"Slightly, why dear?" ask Grace curiously. Damian smiled grasping that smooth hand, then landed a soft kiss.

"No papa, sleep if you're sleepy baby!"

"Yes but it looks like I have to endure my drowsiness. There are still many photos I want to see. Just focus on the streets!" Grace smiled, calming Damian's anxiety.

Damian tried to outwit. But they are quite smart, able to catch up even though they are often played.

Grace turned off the camera after seeing the last photo. Throw your face out the window. His forehead frowned when he realized Damian was going the wrong way.

Eh, this is not the way home. Where are you taking me?" Grace swept her gaze. Accidentally seeing the spy. Two black cars followed them. Grace believes Damian is trying to avoid them.

"Are they your enemies Eph?" Grace was getting restless. Cold sweat poured out soaking his palms.

"Well, I think they're after us, but don't worry I'll handle it." Damian clasped Grace's hand. Trying to calm the woman.

"I know Ef, don't worry I'm not scared, so just focus on the streets. Don't think about me!" Grace smiled, gently rubbing her husband's arms encouragingly.

Damian smiled, “then hold tight. I'll speed up.” Grace nodded. Directly grabbing the seat belt, leaving his body twisted. Not to forget Grace also held the edge of the chair firmly and closed her eyes tightly.

“Don't be afraid baby, assume you're accompanying me to race.” Damian stepped on the gas pedal. The car drove fast instantly. The enemy car was far away.

Had been happy because it managed to erode the distance, his hope was broken by the existence of one car facing right in front. Forced Damian to step on the brakes made the car tires emit sparks.

Grace tightened her eyes, tightening her grip on the car seat. Until the car stops perfectly. Damian looked up to find out who was after him.

His lips were turned upside down when he saw John Emilius coming out of the car with a haughty face. He smiled a smile of victory. Trust Damian would lose.

“Darling, you wait here. I'll go out and talk to uncle John.” for a minute

Grace held her husband's hand. The woman shook her head. It was as if it was banning Damian from leaving.

He doesn't want Damian for anything. Moreover, seeing dozens of people standing swiftly with full weapons. Ready to attack Damian with one command.

“All must be well dear. Don't worry I'll be back safely. I promise.” Damian said convincingly. Damian releases Grace's grip leaving the woman alone in the car.

Had they not come out of the resort today. That terrible event will never happen. Uncle John won't have any loopholes to attack.

Regret comes at the end. Everything that happened wasn't because of Grace's will. But all this was planned by God. Regretting is pointless now, Adam well he had to contact the man.

Either by chance or John already knew. But Damian did not bring a single weapon or bodyguard to accompany them. Are there spies around them.

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"For a long time I didn't see my dear nephew. I said thank you. Your gift yesterday really impressed me."

John clapped his hands as he walked around Damian, knowing his nephew was helpless. There was no way Damian could fight his men who numbered more than ten people.

“I didn't think you were a coward uncle.” despise Damian. Not showing any fear at all.

"I don't care what you say. What matters is that my daughter's revenge is avenged!" he patted Damian's cheek several times.

"Why, is it because I killed him? it wasn't my fault. He who was tempted by me, he also made my marriage stretch, death is indeed appropriate for him." said Damian reviewed a slanted smile.

Plaque! John slapped Damian's cheek making the tip of his lips spit out a hint of blood. Damian smiled, rubbing the red stain before sending a backlash. Bugh! Damian smashed into his uncle's head, sending the middle-aged man crashing down.

"What do you see, finish him off!" jolt John gave a warning to his men.

Dozens of people attacked, overwhelming Damian. The noise reached the car. Grace was hiding downstairs, still busy looking for a signal. With a trembling hand he floated his phone around looking for a signal.

His mind kept cursing, cursing the bad weather. Why don't they cooperate at times like this. Seeing Damian began to fatigue the worry that was on him increasingly. Damian resisted and repelled the relentless attacks.

Brak! a fat man hit Damian's nape. "Aah!" peekik Damian in pain. He held his head in circles. Before it finally falls down.

"I admit defeat, son, I will give you a painless death!" John gripped Damian's jaw. Put a gun right in the middle of his nephew's eyed. Damian's two hands tied tight to the back made him silent can not wart.

Damian wasn't afraid of death, he was afraid of Grace. Didn't he promise to return safely. Damian did not want to disappoint the woman.

“Why are you silent, are you afraid of facing your own death?” Damian looked at John with a murderous look. His lips still kept a humbling smile irritating John himself.

Adam, that man should have received the signal he sent earlier. Seeing the two cars keep following and feeling a bad premonition. Damian turned on the GPS and connected it to Adam. His secretary must have understood that he was now in a dangerous situation.

“I take your silence as the answer son!”

Dor's! John is ready to shoot. However, a bullet first hit the wrist and made the gun he was holding fall.

Hearing Grace's gunshot coming out of hiding. Afraid Damian why-why. His lips were turned upside down when he found Adam coming with his bodyguard.

The noise is back heard. Adam and his men were able to take everything down because they were carrying complete weapons.

"Are you okay sir?" adam asked as he untied the bond that ensnared his boss's hands.

"Am I not papa?" exciting Damian. Slowly standing rubbed his nape which seemed to bleed. It hurts, but Damian can hold it.

Damian glanced at John who was sitting holding his wrist. Then smile smirk. He firmly gripped John's jaw making his wrinkled cheeks flushed red.

"You failed to kill me for the umpteenth time uncle. Now it's my turn. Admit your defeat and leave yourself to the police. Then I'll make sure your death won't hurt as much as your daughter's!" damian said, his eyes sharpened, a black aura surrounding him.

Anger is mounting considering every evil plan John did was just to seize property.

Surprisingly John even laughed, the look in the eyes continued to look at the car. "You sure you won Ef? you didn't check your wife's situation there?" Damian stiffened, his ashes trembling.

The reflex turned around, how shocked he was when he saw John's right hand coming out of the car with a knife covered in blood.

"Grace!"

TB

warnings!

this story is only fiction that the author created in accordance with the author's imagination so please do not take seriously🙏