Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“What?” the pilot asked in bewilderment.

“Circumvent it and take off from the adjacent runway. Hurry!” Chrono barked out the order swiftly.

“Huh?” The pilot was dumbfounded. “That's impossible.”

“Why? Just do it!” Chrono pressed the pistol against his head.

The pilot could only do what he was told, but as he was about to switch runways, the silver private jet glided in their direction, threatening to crash into them.

The plane couldn't be steered away in time, and the expression on the pilot's face resembled a deer caught in headlights.

Chrono knew he was no match for Danrique and immediately pivoted on his heels to hold Francesca hostage.

Meanwhile, the chief steward had opened the door to release Francesca when Chrono was preoccupied. He wouldn't have any incentive to stay on the plane that way.

However, as soon as the plane door opened, other passengers rushed out in a frenzy and blocked the exit.

Francesca couldn't make it out and was caught by Chrono.

fired a single shot at

was hit and collapsed on the ground, fresh blood pouring from the

a corner

Francesca stopped

her off the plane to beat

feet by a human wall

turned around to escape in another direction

of men in black moved aside to allow Danrique, who was wearing a white shirt, to pass. He carried no weapons except for Sam, which snaked around his arm like a burnished jade

upper body, its forked tongue continuously flicking

“Sam!” Francesca shouted instinctively.

rolled his eyes. I traveled thousands of miles to save you, and you only

arm in excitement as if it

pulled her gaze from Sam to

rays of the morning sun washing over him, but he looked absolutely stunning. His

in Chrono's eyes, despite

but he ignored them and remarked that Danrique was merely fooling around with Francesca.

realized that he