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.

way!” He fired a

collapsed on the ground, fresh

in terror, huddling in a corner and afraid to make one

shoot!” Francesca

hauled her off the plane

after a few feet by a

turned around to escape in another direction but

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

continuously flicking and hissing while its reptilian eyes were pinned on

“Sam!” Francesca shouted instinctively.

I traveled thousands of miles to save

around Danrique's arm in excitement

to Danrique, and she was blown

rays of the morning sun washing over him, but he looked absolutely stunning. His gaze was stern and arrogant, as though he towered over all living

shone in Chrono's eyes, despite

provoke Danrique, but he ignored them and remarked that Danrique was merely fooling

realized that he had messed with the