<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">The Amazing son inw Chapter 3068</h2>
Excitedly, he adjusted his cor and spoke to Simi: “At today’s pick-up location, we need to take plenty of photos and allocate more resources. Let’s aim to be the top trending topic!”
Simi responded quickly, “You can count on me, Master! I’ll make all the arrangements.”
“Great!” Rishab replied with a satisfied nod, standing up to say, “Alright, let’s get going!”
With that, he was the first to step off the ne.
Since he had opted for a VIP service at the airport when booking the private jet, an ount manager was waiting outside the cabin. As Rishab disembarked, the manager greeted him warmly, “Mr. Rishab, wee to Aurous Hill! I hope you had a pleasant journey.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">
Rishab nodded with an air of arrogance. The ount manager continued, “Is this your first visit to Aurous Hill, Mr. Rishab?”
“Yes,” Rishab replied vaguely, gesturing towards the Toyota Coaster parked nearby. “Is that the vehicle prepared for me?”
“Absolutely!” The ount manager responded eagerly, gesturing for him to enter. “Please, Mr. Rishab, hop in. We’ll head to the terminal right away!”
Without even ncing at him, Rishab climbed into the vehicle.
Once inside, he noticed that every window was covered with opaque ss, and there was a solid partition shielding the driver from the passengers. He was unable to see anything outside and asked with surprise, “Why are all the windows tinted?”
The ount manager quickly exined, “Mr. Rishab, you may not know, but this vehicle is designed for super VIP service. We ensure that your location ispletely concealed and that no cameras can capture your image, thus maintaining your privacy 100%.”
Rishab nodded in understanding and smiled, “I didn’t expect that even though Aurous Hill isn’t too big, you all have such high standards.”
With that, he found the mostfortable seat and settled in.
Shortly after, his assistant, makeup artist, and four bodyguards joined him in the vehicle. The door of the Coaster closed, and they swiftly drove out of the hangar.
At that moment, Rishab couldn’t see anything outside, leaving him unaware that they weren’t heading to the main terminal, but rather to the business jet terminal adjacent to the airport.
The vehicle maneuvered through a small passage within the business jet terminal and came to a stop in front of a ss doorbeled “Arrival Hall.”
As Rishab exited the vehicle, he entered through the ss door without a chance to view the terminal’s exterior, unaware of any unusual circumstances.
Unlike most passengers who disembark via a covered bridge, private jets don’t connect directly due to their smaller size. Thus, passengers rely on shuttle buses after leaving the ne. When they arrived at the terminal, there were no suspicious looks as they followed the ount manager inside.
However, once inside, Rishab couldn’t help but notice the unusually empty corridor. He remarked in confusion, “Why are there so few people at this airport? I don’t see any other passengers. Where are they all?”
The ount manager scratched his head and smiled, “Well, that could be due to today’s traffic control measures. Not many flights arending in Hong Kong today, and several have been dyed or canceled.”
Rishab felt a twinge of suspicion. Typically, even second-tier city airports aren’t this deserted, right?<fnefdc> The source of th?s content is Find_Novel(.</fnefdc>
Just as he was pondering, the ount manager pointed to a frosted ss door ahead. “Mr. Rishab, there’s an exit ahead. Your fans are waiting outside. If you find it inconvenient, I can arrange for security to escort you quickly or disperse the fans before you exit.”
“No, no!” Rishab’s doubts vanished instantly as he eximed, “I always consider my fans as family! They’vee all this way to see me, so I must greet them!”
Eagerly, he took a few quick steps towards the ss door, excited to meet the three hundred “fans” he had essentially purchased.
As the automatic door swung open, the scene outside flooded into Rishab’s view, sending a jolt of shock through him. His heart raced!
Instead of the throng of beautiful admirers he had envisioned, he was greeted by a crowd of burly men with rugged features!
Just as Rishab stood there in disbelief, a rough-looking man with two scars on his face bellowed, “Rishab! I love you! I f*cking want to have your baby!”
Cheers erupted from the crowd.
Another voice shouted, “F*ck! Rishab, I love you too! I f*cking want you to have my child!”
Before he could process it, a man wearing a sleeveless shirt, covered in tattoos, waved his arms excitedly and yelled, “Rishab, my baby!”
Overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation, Rishab felt his legs weaken, and panic set in. “What is going on?! Where are all the beauties? Where’s Miss Wandy? Why am I surrounded by these ruffians?”
To his shock, the enthusiastic crowd didn’t allow him a moment to escape. They surged forward, chanting, “Rishab, I love you! Rishab, I want to sleep with you tonight!”
Before his four bodyguards could react, they found themselves pushed aside by the throng of two to three hundred excited men, unable to do anything against the sheer force of the crowd.
Rishab, encircled by these burly figures, felt terrified. “What are you doing?” he stammered.
One man shouted, “What do you mean, what? I’m your loyal fan! Youe to Aurous Hill, so of course I’m here to pick you up!”
Rishab was on the brink of tears, questioning how he ended up with such fans. Was this some kind of setup?
In his distress, he blurted out, “You must be mistaken! Let me go! Otherwise, don’t me me for being rude!”
Before he could finish, someone suddenly pped him, shouting, “What the hell? I rode my motorcycle all the way to pick you up! How dare you speak to me like that?”
“Yeah!” Someone else joined in, giving him another p, pinching his cheek while scolding, “Damn it, is this how you treat your fans?”