"Where has Pello gone?" Wen Maixue didn’t immediately seat herself in the car; earlier in the police station, she had been forcing herself to stay calm, and any person who had just faced a life-or-death situation would need some time to be frightened afterwards. For original chapters go to NovєlFіre.net
"Respected lady, the young master still has many matters to attend to, please allow me to take you to the airport. He has already booked a ticket back to Z country for you, saying that there is an important decision waiting for you to sign there," Denis opened the vehicle’s trunk, which was neatly packed with Wen Maixue’s luggage and related documents.
"He’s sending me back to Z country alone? Has he gone to find Su Ziceng?" Wen Maixue couldn’t keep standing at the entrance of the police station anymore, no longer caring about maintaining the image of a well-bred lady. How could Pello do this, she had just risked being convicted to provide a false testimony for him. At that time, if it were not for Pello’s provocative first shot, Orleans would never have had the courage to fire. She had witnessed all of this, and now he was actually going to see another woman.
"The young master says he needs to prove that these past few days he was constantly by Miss Su Ziceng’s side," as the direct beneficiary of this noble father-son shooting incident, Pello would definitely be investigated by the French police.
He had even thought of this, Wen Maixue calmed down slightly; Pello was indeed more composed than she had imagined. He would never act impulsively out of personal feelings.
"Moreover, the young master said that you are the person who understands him best. After the incident in Z country, everything you want will belong to you in full," Denis bowed and asked Wen Maixue to get into the car,
Everything she wanted, what exactly did she want? Was it Pello? The title of Countess? Yes, what she desired was not just the man, but also the prestige that came with him. Wen Maixue reverted to her usual demeanor and sat in the car. Let Su Ziceng linger in the sweetness for a while longer; by the time she returned to Z country, the bait and cage would both be ready.
The morning in Nice is beautiful, the blue of the sky and the white of the hospital ward giving a sense of order and cleanliness.
The sudden arrival of French police disrupted the order of the hospital. Nice’s police, having dealt with two Eastern women in two days, could not help but compare them in their minds.
Compared to Miss Wen who earlier maintained her socialite demeanor during the statement-taking, the woman present in hospital garb with a serene smile elicited a very different feeling.
This woman, carrying a passport with the name SU, appeared young yet experienced. She knew to answer the police questions with the simplest language, explaining that her French is not very good.
"Alright, Miss Su, according to what you said, Mr. Pello has been with you every day, and he has gone out now, right?" Nice’s police asked another question. The police officers working in this renowned French tourist city mostly sport big beards and have sun-kissed skin.
"Yes, all because I was too greedy for the snow scenes of Nice," Su Ziceng stuck out her tongue, once again embodying a woman deeply immersed in love.
"Excuse me," the door to the hospital room was opened, and the man who entered held a bunch of fresh roses; the fiery roses carefully wrapped in florist’s paper. Pello’s gaze first scanned the hospital bed where Su Ziceng was seated and, before meeting her eyes, was drawn back.
Unexpectedly, the French police had directly notified Nice’s officers to inquire, which caught Pello, who had traveled overnight, somewhat off guard. When he stepped outside the hospital and saw the police car parked outside, he immediately bought this bunch of dew-covered morning roses from a flower farmer at the roadside.
Nice’s bearded police officer first looked at the neatly dressed Pello, then at the roses in his hand, and finally at the slightly shy female patient on the hospital bed, and chuckled, "You must be Mr. Pello? I’m a local police officer from Nice, I need to ask you a few questions."
Pello approached Su Ziceng’s bedside, picked up a bunch of chrysanthemums from the vase, and bent down. Seeing Su Ziceng’s face, which had become thinner but looked spirited, he felt a bit relieved.
"Shouldn’t you give me a good morning kiss?" Su Ziceng spoke in Z country’s language, her eyes devoid of doubt, filled entirely with joy.
The Nice policeman coughed lightly and stepped out, waiting outside the door.