Khloe could no longer keep her composure. She tried to stay calm, but tears ran freely down her cheeks.Nick, already near the edge of madness, yanked the man toward her. "You said we could switch seats, right? Then sit—now!"The muzzle of his gun pressed hard against the man's temple, the force enough to pierce his skull."Switch seats? You've got some nerve. Any tiny mistake and everyone dies… and since I'm about to die anyway, why should I listen to you?"Even under Nick's brutal pressure, the man's voice remained calm. Fear was there, but he was, after all, a man used to risking his life. If the final moment came, he figured he might as well die on his own terms.Noah, worried Nick might act rashly, intervened. "He won't cooperate. Killing him won't help, and moving seats is far too risky."Khloe's breathing grew erratic. She clutched her seat and closed her eyes, trying to calm her fear.Noah noticed her pale, strained face and tried to reassure her. "Breathe in, breathe ou
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