Page 189 of Bride By Coronation

He clears his throat. "Sir, we've been hacked."

My pulse skyrockets. "There's a Zenith Mandate out. This shouldn't be possible!"

He says nothing.

I curl my fist at my side. "Fix it and let me know when it's done," I order, then hang up and toss my phone on the seat next to me. I snarl, "Move faster, Ivan."

"Yes, sir." He accelerates, weaving in and out of traffic for several minutes.

"Faster," I demand.

He guns it, and within seconds, sirens blare from behind us.

"Fuck," Ivan mumbles.

"Don't stop. Go faster," I instruct.

"Sir?" he questions, looking at me through the rearview mirror.

I bark, "I said, don't stop. I need to get to the airport."

He sighs. "Yes, sir." He pushes his foot down, and the speedometer hits over 100mph.

I glance behind us.

Several cops are on our tail. When we get to the airport, Ivan parks beside the plane, and the police surround the car.

One says through the speaker, "Step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air."

The other cops get out of their cars, keeping their bodies shielded by their doors, and point their guns at our vehicle.

"Fuck," Ivan mutters.

I step out and put my hands in the air, yelling, "Stingray 88!"

No one puts their guns down.

I shout again, "Stingray 88!"

"Hold fire," an officer yells. He cautiously walks toward me and then lowers his gun. In a low tone, he says, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you."

"Now you do. I have somewhere to be, so excuse me for forgetting the niceties," I snarl.

"Yes. Sorry, sir," he repeats, then screams, "False alarm. Time to go."

A few of the officers hesitate.

He shouts, "I said now!"

They get into their vehicles and race off the runway.

The officer adds, "Again, my sincerest apologies, Your Majesty."

"Don't let it happen again," I grumble as I push past him to the staircase.

Arina greets me and curtsies. "Your Majesty."

"Get this plane off the ground, now," I bark and brush past her. I plop down in the seat.

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