Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 685 Khloe immediately asked, "What's wrong? Has Ryan returned?" Nick nodded. "The front desk said he was seen in the hotel lobby. But he didn't go back to his room. He took a call there, then hurried out and got on a coach that had just pulled up to the hotel entrance." "A coach?" Khloe frowned, sensing something off. "Where's it headed?" By now, Ryan must've realized he was trapped. Was he planning to escape on his own?

"The front desk said it's a countryside route, runs every half hour, stopping at several scenic spots and towns along the way." Nick hadn't even finished speaking before Khloe leapt to her feet. 'We can't let him get away! He's in danger!" Nick gripped her arm, wanting to hold her back. But he also knew that if they didn't pursue Ryan now, the opportunity would be gone for good. Leaving Khloe alone while reinforcements hadn't arrived made him even more uneasy. "Don't act impulsively. Don't take reckless risks. We can't afford a misstep," he said, his voice heavy with urgency.

He knew Khloe's determination-at this point, trying to stop her was futile. ---- All he could do was warn her again, more seriously than before. "Okay," Khloe replied immediately, decisive as ever. They rushed downstairs, but it was too late. The coach at the hotel entrance had just started moving, its taillights fading into the night. Nick quickly flagged down a taxi that had just dropped off passengers. "Driver, follow that coach!" he barked. The driver, a middle-aged man, glanced at their anxious faces in the rearview mirror. Without question, he nodded and slammed the accelerator.

The night was deep, the roads to the countryside nearly empty. They drove for over an hour, leaving the scenic area behind. The surroundings grew increasingly desolate, with only a few scattered lights twinkling in distant valleys. Finally, the coach stopped at a rundown roadside station. A few passengers got off, and two more boarded Nick pulled the taxi alongside, paid the driver, and, seizing the coach's brief stop, led Khloe on board.

The driver looked surprised-few ever boarded mid-route, especially so late-but he accepted their payment without a word, nodding for them to move to the rear. Khloe scanned the coach. There weren't many people-just the ---- two of them, the driver, and a total of eight passengers. Her eyes immediately landed on Ryan, seated in the very center of the last row. She quickened her pace, about to approach him, when Nick grabbed her arm. "Honey, you get motion sickness-don't sit all the way in the back," he warned. Khloe froze, startled, looking at him in surprise.

Without another word, Nick drew her into his arms and guided her to a seat in the front two rows. Only then did she notice the man sitting next to Ryan, wearing a green camo hoodie and a black soft hat. Another similarly dressed man occupied the diagonal seat in front of them. The man beside Ryan rested a hand casually on the seatback, but the posture carried an unmistakable controlling edge. Ryan sat perfectly upright, frozen, his eyes betraying unease. "He's being watched," Nick whispered in her ear as they settled in. "Not sure how many others are on this bus.

Don't act rashly." He pulled out his phone to contact his men, while Khloe, alerted by his words, noticed the tense atmosphere inside the coach. The two men near Ryan were alert, constantly glancing at him while also scanning the surrounding passengers. Their ---- expressions were sharp, unfriendly, and vigilant.