An hour later.
Frank sat in the spacious and comfortable cabin, silently gripping his seatbelt, occasionally stealing glances at the three men sitting across from him, their faces cold as ice.
Ben gritted his teeth. "Where the hell did John take Diana?!"
"Just moments ago, he agreed so readily. I had a feeling something was off," Colin frowned, observing the men in the cabin. He let out a sigh deep within.
Andrew remained silent, his legs crossed as he sat in his seat.
On Frank's elegantly refined face, a faint trace of danger flickered momentarily.
They had miscalculated.
Feeling the oppressive atmosphere emanating from the three individuals, Frank involuntarily shrunk his neck.
The tension was palpable...
The three men opposite them seemed like ticking time bombs.
One wrong mov
