With his hands cuffed to the back, he was taken out of the police car.
The sky was different shades of orange as the sun went down. The drive was long and very boring but at last, they arrived at the airport.
Several police officers marched before and behind him while one of them held his right arm firmly as they went in the direction of the airplane.
Paparazzi were already at the airport and the moment they spotted him, they all hurried in his direction and readied their cameras to take shots of him.
"What's the meaning of this? Who informed them that he would come here?" One of the police officers asked in displeasure.
As expected, they took shots of Reginald regardless of the police trying to wade them off.
Instead of looking angry or bothered about it, Reginald threw a one sided smile so he would look more handsome in the photos.
"Mr Reginald!" "Mr Reginald!!"