Chapter 258 - Silly Stick (1/2)

During the remainder of their flight, the group huddled and talked about their options later once they landed.

After a few options on the plate, they decided to go along the flow and part ways like they normally planned.

As scheduled, Oliver, Ava, and Finn would go together in their car, while Wyatt and Aerith would go home together. Olivia and Emily on the other hand had arrangements of their own.

Wyatt convinced them there was no need to stress about who goes first or for them to come out as a group because the reporters would not dare attack a man such as Oliver Lin, which the man in the hot seat agreed to as well.

It didn't surprise them that the media would be waiting for their group's arrival.

Besides being known as Maxen's closest friends, Oliver and Wyatt were also shown in the paparazzi photo which surfaced days ago.

It was pretty obvious that their group were spending a vacation together, hence, giving the media an idea that they will also come home in a group.

The rest had an understanding that if Maxen dodged the media's questions, chances were, nothing would stop the reporters until they got the answer from other sources which were his closest friends.

True enough, everyone waited for them outside the arrival area after getting word that the friends would be arriving at a later flight.

As soon as Oliver's jet landed, and the group made their way to their waiting cars, the swarm of reporters camped outside the arrival area of the airport welcomed them with a red carpet of flashing lights and strings of questions.

”Mr. Lin!”

”Any comment on Prince Maxen's girlfriend?”

”Who's the girl in the photo, Mr. Lin?”

Oliver being Oliver, didn't spare a glance at the reporters. He was busy ushering his family to their car.

On their way, Ava cradled Finn in her arms while Oliver enveloped his wife and son with a protective cocoon, shielding his family from the onslaught of blinding flashes.

Thankfully, a line of guards, linked arm in arm, acted as their human barrier, shielding them against the swarm of reporters who fought each other to get a word from Oliver.

By that moment, the media was crazed unlike earlier when Maxen arrived. Everyone was desperate for answers and felt as if they had to force it out of Oliver Lin.

They pushed and squeezed each other, throwing questions in the air, hoping Oliver Lin's facade would crack and give them a hint of who Maxen's mystery woman was.

It was when a boom mic slightly tipped forward, almost hitting Ava's head had Oliver's reflexes failed to catch it on time.

Grasping the mic in his hand, he yanked it, and a girl with a lithe frame and pink cap on her head held onto it as if her life depended on the microphone.

Noticing it was a girl, Oliver let the matter slide instead of attacking the person who dared hurt his wife.

He might be ruthless, but he would never hurt a girl, especially after seeing how helpless his mother was in her hospital bed for years.

Oliver's grip on the mic tightened and veins adorned his forearm with his deathly grip.

He stepped forward, pushing the apparatus farther and farther until the girl with a pink cap was driven to backend of the line.

Nobody dared utter a word unless they had a death wish. Oliver Lin wasn't just known as the Lin empire's heir, but a man whom one should not dare cross. The reporters stood motionless and silent, watching the scene unfold.

Oliver finally released his grip on the microphone, leaving everyone stupefied in their spots. He took it as his cue to leave in peace, so he strode back to the waiting car.

In the silence of what should have been an ear-piercing moment, a smirk ghosted Oliver's lips as he boarded the car. He won't lie, incidents where he had to flex his omnipotence made him feel more alive than ever.

Inside the car's cabin, Oliver looked behind through the rear window and mused, ”Not sure if we should thank that clumsy girl or not.”