Semua Bab Billionaire's Match: Bab 681 - Bab 690

Khloe's hands were icy, trembling uncontrollably."We're going to the hospital right now," Nick said sharply, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Just hold on.""No—" Khloe's voice faltered, weak but firm. "I'm fine. First, we need to find Ryan. Whatever's happening over there… It's not good.""No, we need to go to the hospital," Nick gritted out, trying to reason with her."Nick, there's no time! We have to find Ryan first—or he'll die…" Khloe's words were cut off by the staccato crack of gunfire from behind. Another car was tailing them.These people had gone completely insane. Heading toward a crowded place now would only make things worse.Nick clenched his jaw, stealing a quick glance at Khloe's pale face, then at the headlights closing in from the rearview mirror. With a hard twist of the wheel, he shot the car toward the coordinates Noah had marked.He drove like a man possessed, tires screeching, almost lifting off the asphalt as he weaved and swerved, desperate to

Ever since that last doctor's visit, Nick had suspected Khloe was hiding something from him. Today, amid the life-threatening danger, her subtle reactions and nervous tics confirmed his suspicions—he hadn't been wrong.He let out a long sigh, then his eyes softened, swelling with uncontainable joy as they fell on her small belly."Why did you keep this from me? If I can't protect you and our child, I'd never forgive myself," he said, voice low, edged with worry and tenderness."…I'm sorry," Khloe whispered. Seeing the shadow of sadness on his profile, she immediately pressed herself into him. She knew how perceptive he was, but hadn't imagined that even in moments like this, he could notice something so subtle. And even if he had guessed earlier, he had patiently waited to speak now."I just didn't want you to worry. I planned to tell you as soon as everything settled down. Once we leave here, the three of us will be together, and I'll take care of you while you recover," she said,

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 wit

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… I 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

In the brief moment his accomplice was stunned, he seized the opportunity—landing a solid punch and knocking the man down.Khloe, however, seemed to notice something. She suddenly acted, clapping her hands abruptly and unexpectedly."Young lady, you're… quite something," the man muttered, staring at her. A dark, twisted amusement crept into his eyes. Because Khloe was beautiful, his sadistic impulses flared. He wanted to see her panic, beg, even weep with those delicate, tear-streaked expressions. One impulsive thrill had already made him overstep. Who could have imagined that she—sitting atop a bomb—would behave in such a reckless, defiant manner?He leaned closer, forgetting caution, and cupped her face. His grip tightened suddenly."You're not afraid of dying?""Afraid…" Khloe's voice trembled, "…but didn't you just say it doesn't matter whether one dies sooner or later? And if I leave this seat, everyone here dies. In other words… your life is in my hands now."The man chuc