Time ticked by, minute by minute, second by second. The crowd in the airport waiting area grew larger and larger.
Onlookers instinctively pulled out their phones and started snapping photos. Even the airport staff were caught off guard by the spectacle.
"My God, we're in for quite a treat today. Can you believe all these VIPs showed up?"
"You said it. Any one of these bigwigs could run the show in New York City single-handedly."
"This trip was worth it just to see all these tycoons we usually only get to watch on TV."
I tuned out the chatter, standing still with my hands in my pockets.
One by one, the VIPs arrived, making a beeline for Scarlett.
Scarlett stood at the back of the crowd, bowing and scraping like an eager puppy.
One of the middle-aged men shot me a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow.
"So you're the one who wanted my daughter to streak naked? Thinking you can just ignore me, Nolan Stratton, huh?"