The crowd's shock turned to panic as they scrambled to disperse, fearful of being caught in the crossfire.
The securities, who had initially thought the altercation would be a minor skirmish, were now frantically calling the police, realizing the situation had escalated far beyond their control.
Coby's bitter smile twisted his face as he shouted, "If you don't leave with your people right now, I'll kill this girl!" He pressed the gun's barrel closer to Sophia's neck, making her wince in pain. Rachel's eyes locked onto Sophia, her expression frozen with fear.
The bodyguards exchanged helpless glances, awaiting their employer's decision. Mr. Jonathan's face was etched with worry, his mind racing with the consequences of his next move.
Coby's bodyguards, still nursing their wounds, slowly got to their feet, dusting themselves off. They approached Coby, who signaled for them to take Rachel. As they grasped Rachel's arms, Coby warned, "If you dare follow us or move an inch, I'll kill her." He backed away slowly, his eyes fixed on Mr. Jonathan, daring him to make a move.
One of Mr. Jonathan's bodyguards turned to him, seeking guidance. "Mr. Jonathan, what should we do now?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.
Bang!
The airport fell silent. Coby's eyes narrowed, his gaze locked on Mr. Jonathan. The crowd's murmurs ceased, and an eerie silence fell over the airport. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Mr. Jonathan, shocked by the revelation of his name.
..
The whispering spread like wildfire, as the crowd's murmurs grew louder. "Mr. Jonathan? What is he doing here? Is that really Mr. Jonathan?" The questions hung in the air, with no one daring to answer.
Coby's eyes widened in terror, his grip on the gun slackening. It slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor. Sophia's eyes darted to the gun, then back to Coby, who was now shaking uncontrollably.
Even Coby's bodyguards were stunned, their faces pale. They released Rachel, who quickly moved to Sophia's side. Sophia turned to her, confusion etched on her face. "What's going on?" she whispered.
Coby's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down his face. His bodyguards followed suit, dropping to their knees in a panic. The crowd watched in awe, unsure how to react.
Jonathan's calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding him. He hadn't intended to reveal his true identity, but now that the cat was out of the bag, he had to take control of the situation.
The bodyguard who had inadvertently revealed Jonathan's identity bowed his head in apology. Jonathan's expression remained serene, but his eyes hinted at a deeper understanding of the situation.
Rachel quickly assessed Sophia's condition, ensuring she was unharmed. "Are you alright, Princess Sophia?" she whispered, her voice laced with concern.
Sophia nodded, still trying to process the events unfolding before her. Her eyes lingered on Coby, who was now sobbing uncontrollably. It dawned on her that her uncle was far more influential than she had ever imagined.
Jonathan stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. "Rachel, escort Sophia outside," he instructed, his voice firm but gentle.
Rachel nodded, quickly leading Sophia toward the airport entrance. They stopped in front of a sleek Range Rover, its doors adorned with tinted windows. Rachel opened the door, gesturing for Sophia to enter.
Sophia's eyes widened as she took in the luxurious interior. "Is this...my uncle's car?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rachel smiled, helping Sophia into the vehicle. "Yes, Princess. It's one of his many cars."