Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 609 The woman in the husband's arms

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!"

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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.

Sometimes, though, journalists are a good thing.

The car door opened and Darren got out, his well-tailored suit accentuating his stature, the shutter light flashing in his face.

The reporters were like chicken blood, scrambling to be the first to report, and the scene was in chaos.

Catherine was on the far right, her eyes widened in disbelief, she could no longer lift the camera in her hand, and her face turned a little white.

It's him, it's really him!

Darren, CEO of Kirkland Group, a financial genius at the top of the food chain, and her husband of one year of Catherine's marriage. Only, no one ever knew.

With a polite and detached smile on his lips, he casually straightened the white shirt on his body and glanced lightly at the crowd, looking extraordinarily indifferent.

Catherine was a little nervous, she was afraid that Darren would see her. Slightly back a few steps, and he is a little further away, his eyes flowing softness but still clear and terrible. She didn't have the heart to shoot Heidi again and turned to leave, her head spinning when she suddenly saw Heidi running towards Darren and jumping into his arms at once. Heidi has taken off the black super, a pair of eyes up the end of the fox eyes seduced people, white skin in the sunlight almost transparent.

Catherine stood frozen in place, watching her husband being embraced by another woman, watching the smile on Darren's lips.

It turns out he can smile. In a year of marriage, she had never seen Darren smile, and this was the first time he had done so, so piercingly.

Previously Catherine had thought that it was because Darren was naturally cold-hearted, so no matter what she did, he never gave her a good look.

Now that seems ironic!

His indifference was only directed at her.

For the first time, Catherine felt that she didn't understand Darren.

Catherine took a deep breath and suppressed the uncomfortable feeling that came up inside her heart. She clenched her fist and turned around to leave, but she was knocked down by the influx of reporters. "Ugh!" Catherine grunted, her palm scraping against the ground, her skin breaking and oozing blood, causing her to furrow her brow in pain.

She was accidentally knocked down, drawing the attention of those in front of her and likewise catching Darren's eye.

Darren saw Catherine sitting on the floor at once, and their eyes met in the air, but his cold, hard, handsome face was devoid of any extra expression. It's like looking at a stranger you don't know.

Heidi hooked her neck around his and pouted, "Darren, I just got off the plane, my whole body hurts, and I want to rest."

Darren shifted his eyes freely, he patted Heidi's hand dotingly and smiled, "I've got the hotel booked, let's go." Heidi hides her mouth and smiles, full of happiness.

She and Darren were too far away to hear what they were saying, but they could see the happiness they could not hide.

This is the kind of affection that only lovers show to each other.

Catherine's heart throbbed with pain, she clenched her lower lip, and her originally sweet red lips gradually turned white. Why is that?

She didn't know what Darren was thinking, couldn't guess at all, but she definitely didn't believe Darren would like a woman like Heidi!

Catherine, who has always been a calm and collected person, had some eyes on her this time, and she took a few steps forward, wanting to go up and question.

Suddenly, a reporter's question came from the front, restraining Catherine from moving forward.

"Mr. Kirkland, is Miss Moss your new love interest? How long have you been dating?"

Catherine could not help but hold her breath as she raised her head and stared straight into Darren's face, the strings of her heart tense.

What will he answer?

The noisy scene fell silent, countless cameras aimed at Darren, he coldly glanced at Catherine standing below, the corners of his mouth hooked up a light smile, and said in a loud voice: "Now I officially announce that this Miss Moss beside me, is my girlfriend."