Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 391

Hull hung up the phone and bent down, reaching out his hand to Susanna.

Susanna looked at the hand extended toward her, letting out an awkward smile before placing her cold, small hand into his large palm. Hull spread his legs slightly to pull Susanna up.

As she straightened herself, she realized the awful position they were in. She was practically kneeling between his legs!

"Uh, I... I was being chased by some bad guys."

She doubted if the explanation was plausible. Nevertheless, whether Hull believed it or not, it was undeniable truth.

Hull raised an eyebrow. "Again with the bad guys?"

Susanna swallowed unwittingly. With Hull's reminder, she began to worry if the people at Portis City airport were indeed after her.

Given that situation, if they were aiming at her, no place would be safe for her.

Who exactly had her mom crossed? She was the CEO of Night-T Group, and yet her daughter now became a target.

Susanna's lips twitched. "See, I knew you wouldn't believe me, but..."

didn't need to finish her sentence because those people's voices from outside the car cut

in frustration. "Damn it,

to get up, but hearing the men so close, she instinctively ducked again, ending up with her head resting awkwardly on Hull's stomach, her

waist, daring not get up. "L-Let

misfortune. Never had she expected she'd encounter such a thing in an era that

men make a phone call. "Sorry boss, we

"What? Surround the airport?"

"Got it!"

after her had some serious power in Ferrowland. Her mother sending her to Ferrowland was supposed to be for safety, and now it seemed like she was walking into a

done for. Sweating buckets, she turned

up at Hull,

pressed against him. "Why isn't the car

the engine already been fired up?

"You haven't leave the

can't get out of the car," Susanna

made the call - they were not leaving. They were going to surround the whole airport. If she stepped out, she'd be definitely captured. "Aren't you going to help me?" as she spoke, her grip on each side of his clothes deepened; there was

eyebrow. "My help comes at a

saved me," Susanna shot back, confused. Was he suggesting a fee for

let out a low chuckle. "That was as a favor for Mr.

lifting her chin with his long fingers, leaning in so close