Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 661 Ryan was sharp-he knew the people after him were either the ones who'd orchestrated the original incident or were trying to stir up trouble. So he demanded a high price, sending only a small clip of the video as proof, just enough to secure some quick cash. At the time, he thought he'd gotten lucky-finally, a chance to make a fortune. He never imagined that this single action would put his life in such immediate danger. He had long heard rumors online that the buyer was looking for him. If it had been a simple transaction, they wouldn't have sent people after him.

Realizing this, Ryan hid the rest of the footage and fled. He had assumed his relatives' fishing village was remote enough for him to lay low for a while. But barely a few days later, they came for him. And he wasn't wrong. The people after him had thrown his relatives into the sea, sparing only his life because they hadn't found the footage yet. If they got hold of it now... he wouldn't have long to live. ---- "Still so stubborn? Do you actually enjoy flirting with death?" When Ryan refused to speak, the man lost patience. A knife slashed across Ryan's face.

Blood gushed out immediately, smearing down to his neck. Wild, desperate wails escaped him. "Enough. Stop torturing him. Take him back and let Spence handle it. Any living mouth can be pried open eventually." The driver reminded the man, who then casually wiped the knife tip with a tissue, snorting coldly. But night roads are treacherous. Going too fast, they rounded a bend and nearly collided with a pickup that suddenly swerved into their path. The driver reacted quickly, hitting the guardrail to avoid the crash. The impact nearly flipped the van.

The pickup itself skidded and ended up blocking their path. "Damnit!" The man with the knife cursed, slamming his head in frustration. Anger flared instantly. "What the hell is wrong with these blind idiots? I'll kill them all!" ---- Before the driver could intervene, the man had already jumped out in a rage. A blinding car light lit him up, and those inside the van couldn't see clearly what happened. Several heavy thuds rang out, as if something large had hit the ground. The driver frowned, worried about his companion, but dared not step out. Suddenly, the van window was violently struck.

The driver barely had time to react before he saw a gun raised. He ducked as a bullet shattered the glass. The attacker's movements were so fast, so precise, there was no time to counter. The next moment, the intruder yanked open the door and pulled the driver from the seat, throwing him out. The driver was big and strong, but it was no match for the attacker's strength. One kick and he couldn't even get back up. Against the light, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face. "Noah.

The man seizing the van wore a hat and mask, but the sharpness of his features-those eyes, that expression-could ---- only belong to Noah. But... why was Noah attacking them? Why was he here, risking himself to rescue someone? Noah slammed the accelerator to the floor. Faster than the two reckless drivers had driven on the mountain road before, he pushed the van to its limits. The vehicle drifted through turns, weaving like a racing car. Ryan, in the back, was so terrified he fainted. When he awoke, the sun had already risen.

And by then, they were long out of the mountains, sitting safely in the VIP lounge of an airport.