Chapter 8

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.