Billionaire's Match

Chapter 686

Beyond the two men near Ryan, the rest of the front rows were sparsely occupied. There was an elderly woman, a young college -looking woman, a middle-aged man, and another tall man wearing a loose jacket and a baseball cap.

The tall man barely looked up from his phone, seeming entirely disengaged from Ryan and his guards. But the moment Nick began operating his phone, the two men in the rear seemed to notice something. One of them rose slowly and walked toward the front, asking the driver for a lighter.

The driver frowned and snapped impatiently, "No smoking on the bus!"

Before he could finish, a cold metal barrel pressed against his temple. The driver's initial anger froze into terror as he saw the gun.

scream tore from his throat. Suddenly, the bus screeched to an abrupt halt. At the same time, the man in the camo hoodie beside Ryan stood, revealing another gun pointed directly at

the immediate threat gone from Ryan's side, he remained rigidly upright, not

Drop everything

at the roof of the

real, falling into her seat with a terrified cry, her body trembling uncontrollably. The young college girl threw her hands over her head, her face drained of color, too scared even to look around, her breathing shallow and

the tall man with

man dropped to his knees, placing his briefcase on the floor, raising his hands and pleading, "I have money! Please... let me off! I won't say a word!" But his words only seemed to anger the man controlling Ryan. He stepped forward, kicking the man

up! Who told you to speak?!" The middle-aged man clamped a hand

down! Phones, wallets, everything on your person-put it all on the floor! Now!" the