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.

him won't help, and moving seats is far too risky." Khloe's breathing grew erratic. She clutched her seat and closed her eyes, trying to calm her fear. Noah noticed

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

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

anything happen to you.

Tears filled Khloe's eyes. She knew his words were meant to comfort her, but she nodded fiercely anyway. Hearing this, Noah

had to take the risk themselves. And the

most, could have walked away. He was just a man doing a job for money. But Nick could see that he wouldn't abandon them. If he had, he wouldn't have

Noah. Though they 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 can't disarm it, then..." His

Khloe and whispered,