Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690

The driver, too, was worried about the couple’s plan to save everyone on the bus. He floored the accelerator, unwilling to waste a single second in the race for rescue.

“I’m getting off! I’m not dying here!”

The middle-aged man abandoned all sense of composure, hammering frantically at the bus doors.

Seeing this, Noah rose to his feet and called to the driver, “Stop the bus. Let him get off first.”

The driver had no choice but to open the doors. The man bolted out, almost stumbling in his panic.

The young female student froze for a moment, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and longing.

“The countdown has started,” a cold voice warned. “In half an hour, this bus will explode. I suggest everyone get off the bus-now.”

At that moment, the man Nick was holding spoke up.

He looked down at the people on the floor and at the companion who had dragged him into this mess. His demeanor was unnervingly calm.

Nick’s expression darkened, his grip tightening on the man’s head. He could barely contain the urge to fire. “What did you just say? Say it again.

“Believe it or not,” the man said evenly, “the only way to survive now is for everyone to run- together.”

Man, discovering a small

Noah suddenly understood. He stepped forward and frisked the tracker on him.

Ryan watched Noah, realizing he had no choice. If he left, Noah would have killed him eventually anyway. Better to stick close and survive.

This entire situation stemmed from Ryan not following Noah’s instructions-he had waited in the room, bought a ticket under a fake identity, and tried to escape via the park shuttle. But every move had already been tracked. No sooner had he boarded the bus than he was hijacked. Now, he had no choice but to comply.

Noah ignored him, instead turning to inspect Khloe’s seat.

Nick kept the man pinned to the floor, but the man, fearless, spoke again. “It’s a pressure- triggered device. I can’t disarm it. Either way, we’re all dead. So go ahead-kill me if you want.

“Nick, calm down!” Khloe shouted, seeing the blood-red intensity in his eyes. Her v snapped him back to reason. Killing this man wasn’t worth it.

Noah studied the device carefully, his expression growing graver by the minute. He had see and handled many devices before, but this one was far more complex than anything he had encountered. It was a pressure-trigger mechanism paired with a timer.

“Half an hour… really?” he murmured.