Though Ninja Momma didn't say it, I understood her decision was also based on her safety and her desire to avoid a fallout.
Not just in London, but also in L.A., on Isola Street.
On my own, I had navigated my way into the dome where John, the minister of communication, had been killed.
Also, against all odds, surrounded by enemies on all sides, even beside me I had gone in and rescued Kyle, the governor of New York, along with his closest guards, surviving a missile strike.
I was not just a billionaire. I was a capable one, someone who thought for himself and acted on his own wishes.
With how much experience Ninja Momma had with me, there was no way it didn't cross her mind that just bringing me to this island was asking for trouble. She might not have been sure about me, but I was sure as hell that with her brains, she could figure something out.
Who would suspect a young billionaire with blazing luck?
