Chapter 69 The Brim Of Reasoning

Zinnia The buzz of the hangar’s lights was the only sound filling the space, aside from the occasional clang of metal tools from the maintenance area. It was strange, standing here, surrounded by luxury. Reed’s private jet loomed just a few feet away, sleek and polished, when only hours ago, we had barely escaped with our lives. Seriously, how rich was he and is he always prepared for break outs and casualties?