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The moment the plane landed, Noah didn’t wait for the other passengers.

He stood, took my bag, and said quietly:

“Stay close to me.”

I held Lily against my chest.

“What about my luggage?”

“I’ve got it.”

We walked through the airport with hundreds of people around us.

Yet somehow, I felt more exposed than ever.

Noah kept looking behind us.

At one point, he suddenly stopped.

“What?”

He pointed toward a large window overlooking the terminal.

“See the man in the gray jacket?”

I looked.

A man was standing near a pillar, pretending to check his phone.

My stomach dropped.

“The same man from the plane?”

Noah nodded.

“Don’t look at him again.”

We kept walking.

“Where are we going?”

“To a safe location.”

“I don’t even know you.”

“You know enough.”

“No. I know your name, that you’re a billionaire, and that someone tried to kill you.”

Noah looked at me.

“That is already more than most people know.”

We reached an underground parking area.

A black SUV was waiting.

Noah opened the back door for me.

Before I got inside, my phone vibrated.

Ryan.

You should have listened when I told you to stay home.

My hands went cold.

Noah read the message over my shoulder.

This time, his expression changed completely.

“He knows where you are.”

I whispered:

“How?”

Noah looked at Lily.

Then at me.

“I think that’s the question we need to answer first.”