Just at that moment, someone in the crowd shouted again.
"Look behind you!"
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their heads.
Over a dozen armed police officers forcefully burst into the departure lounge.
Nolan was the first to react, looking at me in utter disbelief.
"Who the hell are you?"
I smiled gently and said softly:
"Mr. Stratton, they say you reached the position of the richest man thanks to your keen sense of smell."
"But now it seems that's not quite the case."
Halfway through my sentence, I pointed to the bodyguards in front of me who were protecting me tightly.
"What kind of identity do you think I must have to be able to mobilize them?"
As soon as I finished speaking, the pilot stepped forward.
"Miss Winters is from a secret agency. You dare to lay hands on her? You're practically asking for death!"
How is this possible!!!
The pilot's words were like a bombshell, blasting through the entire waiting room.