Three hours passed.
The plane arrived in F City, and it was only after disembarking the plane that Rex Leanne realised he had forgotten to contact the company to arrange a pickup.
Caroline Edwin on the other hand was a celebrity, and if she had to hire a taxi to go to the event, it would definitely be a laughing stock.
"Erm... Carol, I... It's all my fault. My memory is so bad that I even forget such an important thing."
Rex Leanne was pacing back and forth at the entrance, restless and agitated, like an ant on a hot pot.
His hands nervously intertwined, almost in tears, his voice choked, his throat seemed to be stuck with something, pitiful and helpless.
Caroline Edwin, holding two large parcels, was calm and composed, saying, "No problem, no rush."
She had already been on the receiving end of much negative coverage, so even if she showed up late it would just be regarded as another celebrity's tantrum.
