Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 609

City B Ko Chang Airport, overcrowded.

The blue sky and the soft June breeze brushed the trees along the road.

Catherine Perry stood at the airport gate in the hot sun, her forehead already sweating, her cheap white shirt soaked in sweat.

Catherine tightened the camera in her hand and looked around frequently, her clean and transparent almond eyes full of anxiety.

She was surrounded by a crowd of camera-carrying paparazzi, each frowning and looking a bit anxious.

She's been squatting for three hours. If she doesn't get a shot of Heidi Moss today, the editor-in-chief is going to kill her!

Catherine has always been calm, in terms of patience, no doggy is better than her.

After waiting for another half hour, a commotion rang out in the airport.

A tall woman wearing a big red slim lace dress showed up at the airport gate with big red sexy lips, a small delicate face and a pair of black super on her upturned nose.

Catherine's eyes instantly light up, she quickly set up the camera in her hands, looking for a hidden place, posed ready to steal a picture.

This woman is currently the hottest small flower girl, with a Qing Gong play quickly rise to fame, and now the red purple.

Today, Catherine's mission, is to capture Heidi showing up at the airport.

Heidi was followed by three black-clad bodyguards who escorted her all the way, never leaving her side. Heidi walked in front like a queen with her head held high and her feet on the hated sky.

"Human red is really pretentious!" Catherine secretly spat out.

As soon as the words left her mouth, a sudden riot rang out behind her.

A group of journalists with cameras in their hands chased after a black Lamborghini.

The low-profile black luxury car, familiar license plate number, Catherine was stunned, originally to press the shutter's hand instantly stiffened.

Is it him?

The Lamborghini stopped smoothly in front of the airport, and those reporters were busy blocking the front of the car, slapping their hands furiously on the door and yelling, "Mr. Kirkland, Mr. Kirkland--"

"Mr. Kirkland, please come out!"

"......"

In the back seat of the car sat a man in a silver-gray suit with a red and black striped tie, his head bowed, his long, slender fingers tapping unsteadily on the laptop on his lap.

The car was terribly quiet! Only the faint sound of a laptop keyboard being tapped.

Oskar Hunt in the driver's seat was a bit subdued, he glanced in the rearview mirror and said noisily, "President, it's full of reporters out there, what should we do?"

Oskar was afraid to ask aloud, his voice basically stuck in his throat.

After a long time, the corners of the man's mouth rose slightly and he withdrew his hand from tapping the keyboard, his knuckles crossed and clasped together as the Kirkland Group's stock market was displayed on the laptop screen.

The stock market is trending upward.

"Very good!" A clear, crisp voice, slightly hoarse.

"Mr. Kirkland, what did you say!?" Oskar asked in confusion.

With a snap, the laptop was closed, Darren lazily crossed his legs and leaned his back on the leather chair back, his cold, hard handsome face showing through.

The window is still being tapped, the man lightly raises his sword eyebrows, teal pupils are full of cold, he flexes his fingers with one hand and casually points at his knee.

These reporters couldn't have come at a better time.

Darren's eyes turned, his thin lips hooked up wickedly, and he said in a cold voice: "Get off!"

Oskar froze for a moment and nodded respectfully in the man's cold, clear eyes as he turned to look at the reporter at the car window and gulped a little fearfully.

He is not afraid of anything, is afraid of journalists, these entertainment journalists, in the eyes of Oskar is to eat people do not spit things.