Owned By The Billionaire Mafia King
atest model of explosives stuck under the window-something she re
ve an upward-sliding lock, while the others were too high up. Jumping out of those would be either fatal or at
ent smirk played on her lips. To her, these things were just dec
lock, she hesitated, pulling back
, she was forced to be Ryan's servant, but given how cold-blooded he was,
after all, which led to this situation. The
ted, but that didn't mean she was heartless. If
With a sigh, she smacked herself l
ed back toward the meeting room
it didn't make a sound. She waved frantically in Ryan's direction, frustrated. When
, she got even more desperate, kicking
He frowned slightly before lifting his head, noticing Echo's frantic state outs
signaled to Cobra
ht toward Ryan. With less than seven minutes l
, his cold eyes fixed on Echo
es seated around the room. She then leaned in
ds. In a life-or-death situation, they'd all be looking out for themselves, and as an out
n was famously cold and unapproachable, never letting a
ut asking any questions, he stood up abruptly, wrapped an arm around Echo's
hing flickering in their eyes, but they
survived in this world by being clueless. If the powerful Dark family was suddenly leavi
ft," Echo urged, feeling Ryan's arm stil
d be faster if they ran, she tried to pull him toward the door, but Ryan's face darkened
hadn't sun
eady as he said, "Calm down, I'm here." He quickened his pace toward
he was just that conf
y hair asked, unable to hold back his curiosity as he saw
she saw he didn't object, she qu
drained the color from ever
hority, breaking into a run toward the exit. The older ones exchanged a glance and then
nd their men who had rushed ahead found the main door co
owhere, pulled out a handgun,
ad managed to bring a gun past all the security checks. They quickly said,
hat very security had turned the place into a trap. With all communication tools remov
sharp tone making everyon
y got to work. Her hands moved swiftly, and in just mo
is time; they let Ryan lead Echo
ck-the seconds sli
ed a life-or-death situation quite like this. Usually, if she got caught, she could still escape, but now, if she didn't mak
he ticking clock made them tremble. She struggled
through her panic, and a strong hand
no hint of fear or panic in his cold, intense eyes. The h