Billionaire's Match

Chapter 689

In the brief moment his accomplice was stunned, he seized the opportunity-landing a solid punch and knocking the man down. Khloe, however, seemed to notice something. She suddenly acted, clapping her hands abruptly and unexpectedly.

"Young lady, you're... quite something," the man muttered, staring at her.

A dark, twisted amusement crept into his eyes. Because Khloe was beautiful, his sadistic impulses flared. He wanted to see her panic, beg, even weep with those delicate, tear-streaked expressions. One impulsive thrill had already made him overstep.

Who could have imagined that she-sitting atop a bomb-would behave in such a reckless, defiant manner? He leaned closer, forgetting caution, and cupped her face. His grip tightened suddenly.

"You're not afraid of dying?"

you just say it doesn't matter whether one dies sooner or later? And if I leave this seat, everyone here dies. In other words...

not expecting such audacity from someone so delicate. Beneath

he could react further, his gun was

just kill you..." His low, menacing words were cut off

and sending him sprawling to the floor. It was the tall man in the oversized jacket and cap. Strong and precise,

to raise his weapon in response. But at that moment, a sharp brake slammed the bus to a halt. Without aiming, the man fired, shattering one side of

against the back of his head. It was Nick. He sprang into action, working seamlessly with the

swerved the bus to aid their

the cap landed a series of heavy punches to the

cap-clad man barked at Ryan.

mask. Startled awake, he scrambled forward