His ringing phone sounded exceptionally loud in the hush of the deserted street.
"Honey, I miss you..."
Fu Tingyu answered his phone and heard Qin Feng's anxious voice, "Ling Bao's flight is at 11 pm tonight. She's flying to the Bahamas. Our sources indicate she's heading for Lucaya."
Upon receiving word from Qin Feng, Fu Tingyu hung up the phone and ran to his car. Putting the pedal to the metal, Fu Tingyu drove to the airport as if the very hounds of hell were hot on his heels.
He glanced at the time. It was ten o'clock.
He had fifty minutes before the plane took off.
He prayed in his heart. Babe, please wait for me.
Though he rarely drove, Fu Tingyu was an excellent driver, and he sped down the road, cutting corners with the ease of an F1 driver.
Few cars were on the road so late at night. It made the journey to the airport much smoother.
