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.

the way!” He fired

was hit and collapsed on the ground, fresh blood

huddling in a corner and afraid to make

shoot!” Francesca stopped

ignored her and forcefully hauled her off the plane to

a few feet by a human wall of the Lindberg family's

around to escape

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

straightened its upper body, its forked tongue continuously flicking and hissing

“Sam!” Francesca shouted instinctively.

thousands of miles to save you, and

Danrique's arm in excitement as if it had

from Sam to Danrique,

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

in Chrono's eyes, despite

remarked that Danrique was merely fooling around with Francesca. How could an egomaniac

realized that he had messed with the