Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 687 Killing the woman outright seemed like a waste. Nick didn't make a sound. He bent down and placed both his and Khloe's phones, along with all their belongings, carefully on the floor. His message had just gone through when, the instant his phone hit the floor, it lit up with a notification-a message from an unknown number. Nick hesitated for the briefest moment. The man, noticing, didn't give him a chance. He slammed his foot onto Nick's hand, and the cold barrel of the gun jabbed sharply into the back of his head. "What are you trying to do?" the man growled.

Nick let out a muffled grunt as a sharp pain shot up his fingers, spreading along his nerves like fire "Mister!" Khloe panicked, raising her hands and looking up at the man with a pleading, almost fragile expression. "My husband's a good man! He's just... slow! Please don't get angry... | still have something valuable on me, you can take it..." Her hand held a large, sparkling diamond ring. ---- Even a cold-hearted man can't resist a beautiful woman's plea. He raised his chin and motioned for her to remove the ring.

Once she handed it over, he shifted his weight, slammed Nick's phone several times with the sole of his boot, and kicked it across the floor. Before Nick could rise, the man yanked him off his seat. Khloe gasped as he clamped a hand around Nick's neck. "So, you're pretty rich, huh? This diamond ring must be worth a fortune... You've got at least a million, maybe more?" Nick let out a short, humorless chuckle, raising an eyebrow. " More than that." The man froze for a second, realizing only then that Nick was provoking him. Without warning, he slammed a fist into Nick's face. "Mister!

Please don't hurt my husband! Anything you want, | can have it sent to you!" Khloe cried again. "Are you tired of living?" the man snapped, grabbing Nick by the collar and turning the gun on Khloe. "Didn't | say shut up?!" Nick frowned, glancing at Khloe, subtly shaking his head. She drew in quick breaths, biting her lip and feigning helplessness. ---- The man holding the driver grew impatient at the commotion. " Can you people do anything efficiently? Stop wasting time!" Hearing his partner's shout, the first man released Nick. He herded them, gun still raised, into the row with Ryan.

Ryan remained rigid in the central seat, sweating faintly, but keeping a perfectly upright, tense posture. As Khloe approached, she noticed the fine beads of sweat on his forehead. Yet, he didn't slouch or relax an inch, as if forcing himself to maintain composure. Suddenly, the elderly woman in the front row collapsed. The man immediately aimed his gun at her. "What are you doing?!" But the woman was beyond reason. Panic had triggered a heart attack; her face turned bluish, gasping for air, clutching her chest as her body convulsed.

"She must be sick-there's probably medicine in her bag!" Khloe couldn't help but shout. The woman, thrashing on the floor, weakly pointed toward her small handbag that had been kicked aside by the man. "| said shut up!" the man barked. ---- He fired again. Khloe flinched, a sharp pang radiating through her abdomen Nick's eyes went wide. He immediately pulled her into his arms, desperate to prevent her from any rash action. But their protective movements only fueled the man's anger further.