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.

out of the way!” He fired a single shot at the

collapsed on the ground, fresh blood pouring

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

shoot!” Francesca

hauled her off the plane

was obstructed after a few feet by a human wall of the Lindberg

releasing Francesca, he turned around to escape in another direction but stopped

moved aside to allow Danrique, who was wearing a white shirt, to pass. He carried no weapons except for Sam, which

its upper body, its forked tongue continuously flicking

“Sam!” Francesca shouted instinctively.

miles to save you,

Danrique's arm in excitement

pulled her gaze from Sam to Danrique, and she was

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

eyes, despite his usual

not to provoke Danrique, but he ignored them and remarked that Danrique was merely fooling

he had