Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 686 Beyond the two men near Ryan, the rest of the front rows were sparsely occupied. There was an elderly woman, a young college -looking woman, a middle-aged man, and another tall man wearing a loose jacket and a baseball cap. The tall man barely looked up from his phone, seeming entirely disengaged from Ryan and his guards. But the moment Nick began operating his phone, the two men in the rear seemed to notice something. One of them rose slowly and walked toward the front, asking the driver for a lighter.

The driver frowned and snapped impatiently, "No smoking on the bus!" Before he could finish, a cold metal barrel pressed against his temple. The driver's initial anger froze into terror as he saw the gun. For a moment, he couldn't react-then a sharp scream tore from his throat. Suddenly, the bus screeched to an abrupt halt. At the same time, the man in the camo hoodie beside Ryan stood, revealing another gun pointed directly at everyone on the bus. ---- With the immediate threat gone from Ryan's side, he remained rigidly upright, not daring to move an inch "Hands up!

Drop everything you're holding!" To emphasize his point, the man fired a shot at the roof of the bus. The deafening "bang" sent nearly everyone into sheer panic. The elderly woman, who hadn't understood what was happening, flinched violently when she saw the gun was real, falling into her seat with a terrified cry, her body trembling uncontrollably. The young college girl threw her hands over her head, her face drained of color, too scared even to look around, her breathing shallow and rapid. The middle-aged man and the tall man with the phone seemed calmer by comparison.

The middle-aged man dropped to his knees, placing his briefcase on the floor, raising his hands and pleading, "I have money! Please... let me off! | won't say a word!" But his words only seemed to anger the man controlling Ryan. He stepped forward, kicking the man aside, pressing the gun directly against his temple. "Shut the hell up! Who told you to speak?!" ---- The middle-aged man clamped a hand over his mouth, terrified. "Sit down! Phones, wallets, everything on your person-put it all on the floor! Now!" the man barked.

The driver, gun pressed against his head, obeyed, steering the bus off course. By now, the bus had left the scenic area and the city proper. At this hour, no patrols would intervene. They would take a back road out of town, where someone would meet them. Officially, their orders were only to capture Ryan. But since they could handle everyone on board anyway, they might as well take whatever they could, maybe make some extra money in the process. Nick and Khloe exchanged a glance. Their nerves were stretched to the limit.

Nick's face darkened, and Khloe went pale, lips pressed tight, her hand instinctively moving to her abdomen. These two men had guns-probably the same group that had tried to kill them earlier in the morning. The difference was, this team had come specifically for Ryan, so they didn't recognize Nick and Khloe. Seeing that everyone else had raised their hands and dropped their belongings, Nick and Khloe hesitated. The patrolling man ---- immediately approached, gun leveled at Nick. "What's taking so long?" He had noticed them the moment they boarded.

Their clothing suggested wealth, and the woman was attractive-a type he liked.