Billionaire's Match

Chapter 691

Khloe could no longer keep her composure. She tried to stay calm, but tears ran freely down her cheeks. Nick, already near the edge of madness, yanked the man toward her.

"You said we could switch seats, right? Then sit-now!" The muzzle of his gun pressed hard against the man's temple, the force enough to pierce his skull

"Switch seats? You've got some nerve. Any tiny mistake and everyone dies... and since I'm about to die anyway, why should I listen to you?"

Even under Nick's brutal pressure, the man's voice remained calm.

Fear was there, but he was, after all, a man used to risking his life. If the final moment came, he figured he might as well die on his own terms. Noah, worried Nick might act rashly, intervened.

moving seats is far too risky." Khloe's breathing grew erratic. She clutched her seat and closed her eyes, trying to calm her

" Breathe in, breathe out. Don't panic. We still have time." Nick

not pull the trigger. Instead, he slammed his fist into the man's neck, throwing him off and confiscating the weapon. Kneeling beside Khloe, Nick

let anything happen to you. I won't let anything happen

eyes. She knew his words were meant to comfort her, but she nodded fiercely anyway. Hearing this, Noah hesitated for a moment, glancing between the two. Nick met his eyes and spoke in

for professional rescuers. They had to take the risk themselves. And the only

see that he wouldn't abandon them. If he had, he wouldn't have risked boarding the bus to save Ryan, and he wouldn't have prioritized getting

had only met once, their trust and tacit understanding were already strong. It was clear: whether out of professionalism or personal conviction, Noah would not leave before the final moment. Noah nodded. "I'll do my best, but I can't guarantee... if I

and whispered, "I trust you."