Precious

The fuel on the plane was limited. The plane couldn't fly for too long. As long as the members of the organization were not determined to die, they were safe.

Although Hazel was tired, she was sleepless in that terrible situation.

The bodyguards waited at the door. Dave, the driver, babbled on with a sullen face.

Hazel was more than ten meters away from Dave, so she could not hear what he was muttering.

"How could I be so unlucky?"

The chance of encountering a hijack was less than winning a lottery. However, it happened to them. Dave thought he was cursed with bad luck.

Dave knew something would happen to him. He would either be alive or dead

Feeling upset, Dave knelt on the carpet and folded his hands.

He prayed, "God, please bless me. Let me be safe and sound. I haven't married and seen my children yet."

Dave repeated with sincerity.