Chapter 371

Meanwhile, at the private airport. The night wind howled, kicking up dust across the tarmac. The engines of a Gulfstream G650 were rumbling lowly, warming up. Jonathan Godfrey was clutching a metal suitcase tightly, gasping for breath as he ran toward the plane. His face was twisted with a mix of greed and panic. Inside that suitcase? Every bit of cash he'd managed to liquidate in the past few weeks. And a USB that could secure him a worry-free future and a major comeback. At the bottom of the aircraft stairs stood Rosemary Miller, dressed in a dark red cheongsam that hugged her curves perfectly. She looked like a goddess carved from frost, untouchable and icy. Behind her, six heavily built men stood motionless, radiating danger like a pack of wolves. “I got the core data!” Jonathan rushed up to her, tightening his grip on the suitcase. “Hurry! Get me out of here!” Rosemary's gaze slid to the suitcase in his arms. “Hand it over first.” Jonathan’s eyes darted, a flicker of suspicion fla