The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 965 - 944: Surviving After the Catastrophe!

Chapter 965: Chapter 944: Surviving After the Catastrophe!

The terror, as if stimulated immensely, burst forth from the depths of her heart, and despite knowing he meant the affection that a brother has for his sister, a warm sweetness still flickered through Nana Jensen’s heart.

"It’s good that you like her, where’s your airplane?"

The sooner this situation was resolved, the better, "Take me with you, or I won’t be so kind to her!"

With that, he pushed the dagger in his hand against Nana Jensen’s chest, positioning her in front of himself, and then signaled Roy Thompson to lead the way.

"You can have the airplane, but I want her," Roy Thompson said coolly, glancing at him, "Otherwise, how can you be sure I’d fly the plane for you?"

The kidnapper hesitated, having to admit it was a problem: "Shut up, let me see the airplane first!"

"Then, please, after you!"

Bella Gordon, who heard Roy Thompson utter the word "please," was so frightened she nearly screamed, as she instinctively edged toward the crowd near him, knowing full well that Roy Thompson hadn’t brought an airplane!

He was here for a scheduled flight; this perpetrator was incredibly vicious!

Nonsense wouldn’t work!

"Where’s the airplane??"

Clearly, there was no private parking apron here, and the kidnapper quickly realized that, "I’m telling you, if you pull any tricks, I’m going to kill your woman!"

"I am not his woman!"

Nana Jensen didn’t even think before she instinctively refuted his claim, aware that Brother Thompson’s affection was for Sister Bianca, that wasn’t the point—the key was she didn’t want the kidnapper using her to threaten Brother Thompson!

"Bang!"

A piercing blast sounded overhead the crowd, clearly followed by a waft of gunpowder smoke, causing people to scream in fright.

"Damn it, someone fired a dirty shot!" the kidnapper instinctively moved to protect himself, reaching for the weapon on him. His grip loosened, and the knife against Nana Jensen’s neck slackened, "I’m going all out against you!"

His other hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun instinctively. They say that anger reduces intelligence to zero, and it’s true—misinterpreting the warning shot, the kidnapper assumed Roy Thompson also had a gun and focused on him. As his grip loosened, before he could pull the trigger, he felt a numbness in his wrist that wanted to exert force, as if suddenly losing sensation. Looking down, he saw a small needle that hit his wrist, too fast to be seen.

The instinct to survive is to cling to the last straw when helpless, and when already in despair, one seeks someone to accompany in death: "Since you’ve broken your promise, I might as well take her to hell with me!"

Nana Jensen was almost petrified by the scene before her, staring straight at Roy Thompson, never knowing Brother Thompson had such skills. When she came to her senses, she instinctively bit at the kidnapper’s arm.

"Ahh!"

After a shrill scream, the man’s dagger smashed down towards Nana Jensen’s chest with vicious intent.

"No, Nora!"

Following behind, Lina Miller saw the scene unfold, felt a heat rise in her throat, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, darkness overtook her vision, and she collapsed to the ground.

Nana Jensen thought she was going to die just like that, like an expendable extra in a TV series, watching wide-eyed as the dagger lunged toward her heart.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Two voices cried out at the same time. The pain Nana Jensen had imagined from being stabbed in the heart never came; the person who had just been holding the dagger ready to kill her now lay in a pool of blood on the ground, obviously shot.

But among the blood on the ground, besides the kidnapper, there was another person...

"Bianca!!!"

Nana Jensen watched as Roy Thompson threw away the gun and lunged in her direction. Only then did she realize that, in addition to the fallen kidnapper, there was someone else beside her—Bella Gordon. She suddenly grasped the entirety of the rapidly unfolding events that had left her no time to react.

As the kidnapper raised the dagger, Bella Gordon had charged at him, knocking the kidnapper down. The gunshot from Roy Thompson, which was meant for the kidnapper’s wrist, had instead hit the collarbone, as Bella Gordon had thrown herself onto the kidnapper’s back to take him down!

It was unclear whether the blood was flowing from Bella Gordon’s collarbone or the kidnapper’s. Roy Thompson’s breath was snatched away in an instant. Although it was only a few steps, his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

The police quickly surrounded them, and Mario Jensen’s people also rushed over. Seeing the scene, they were shocked. When they saw Bella Gordon’s figure, Mario Jensen froze, wanting to check on her, but seeing Roy Thompson’s distraught state, he didn’t dare approach.

When Roy Thompson rushed over, the girl lay motionless, utterly still, as if she were truly dead. His already anxious heart was now completely in his throat. His hoarse, nearly voiceless words forced themselves through his clenched teeth, using all the strength in his body: "Bianca???"

Utter silence—like death.

Roy Thompson’s mind exploded with a bang, a bad premonition sweeping over him. His entire being was filled not with fear but with... despair!

"Bella Gordon, get up!"

The desperation in his voice was so intense that the armed police officers involuntarily stepped back a few paces.

One drop, two drops, countless drops.

Nana Jensen clearly saw the things called tears streaming incessantly from Roy Thompson’s eyes, and her own heart suddenly felt empty.

"Why are you yelling so loud!"

Just when everyone was succumbing to despair, a soft, cute, and familiar voice of complaint clearly rose from the ground, "Brother Roy, you have the energy to shout here, but no strength to help me up?"

Roy Thompson: "..."

"Bianca? Is that you?"

After great sorrow shaded by despair, the surprise was so sudden that Roy Thompson found it hard to believe. His hands trembled noticeably as he reached for Bella Gordon’s back.

"Shouldn’t you be asking if I’m a human or a ghost?"

The woman’s soft voice, laced with familiar teasing, instantly healed Roy Thompson’s hollowed heart. The next moment, the man had scooped her from the ground and pulled her deep into his embrace.

"Let me see, where are you hurt?"

As he spoke, Roy Thompson began examining her from head to toe, uncaring of the onlookers, meticulously checking until he was certain there were no injuries. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. The panic that followed regaining what he had lost transformed instantly into anger, and when he finally spoke, it was a barrage of scolding: "Who allowed you to be so reckless? You were told to stay put, so why couldn’t you listen? Did you have to scare me to death before you’d be satisfied?"