"Where did Pello go?" Wen Maixue did not immediately get into the car, but instead stood outside the police station. Having been there earlier, she was forcibly composed, as anyone who has just faced life and death would be, taking some time to feel the repercussions of fear. "Respected Lady, the young master still has many matters to deal with. Please allow me to take you to the airport. He has already booked your flight back to Country Z, saying that there are very important decisions waiting for your signature," Denis said as he opened the trunk of the car, where Wen Maixue’s luggage and relevant documents were neatly arranged. "He’s sending me back to Country Z alone? Did he go to find Su Ziceng?" Wen Maixue, disregarding the fact that people were still standing at the entrance of the police station, could no longer maintain the image of a proper socialite. How could Pello do this to her? She had just risked being convicted to give false testimony for him. If it wasn’t for Pello firing the first shot provocatively, the Earl of Orleans would definitely not have had the courage to shoot. She had witnessed all of this, and now he was seeking another woman. "The young master said he needs to prove that he has been with Miss Su Ziceng all these days," as the direct beneficiary of the noble father-and-son shooting incident, Pello would surely be investigated by the French police. He had even thought of this. Wen Maixue calmed down a bit; Pello was indeed more composed than she had imagined. He never acted on personal impulse. "Moreover, the young master said, you are the person who knows him best. After the matter in Country Z, everything you want will be fully and completely yours," Denis bowed and asked Wen Maixue to get into the car. What she wanted, what did she really want? Was it Pello? Was it the title of Countess? Yes, she wanted more than just the man; she also wanted the prestige that came with him. Wen Maixue returned to her usual demeanor and got into the car. Let Su Ziceng linger in sweetness a little longer; by the time she returns to Country Z, the bait and the cage will have been prepared. The morning in Nice is beautiful, with the blue of the sky and the white of the hospital ward creating a sense of order and cleanliness. The sudden arrival of the French police disrupted the order of the hospital. The Nice police, having dealt with two women from the East in two consecutive days, couldn’t help but compare them in their minds. Compared to the earlier Miss Wen, who maintained the poise of a socialite during her statement, the woman in front of them, dressed in hospital attire and wearing a serene smile, gave off an entirely different impression. This woman, whose passport bore the name SU, seemed both young and experienced. She knew to answer the interrogation with the simplest of words, explaining that her French was not good. "Okay, Miss Su, according to you, Mr. Perro has been with you every day, and he is currently out, right?" The Nice police asked again, with these officers who worked in the famous French tourist city mostly sporting big beards and a ruddy complexion. "Yes, it’s my fault for coveting the snow scene of Nice too much," Su Ziceng stuck out her tongue, once again resembling a little woman indulging in love. "Excuse me," the door to the ward opened. The man who entered held a bunch of fresh roses, fiery roses carefully wrapped in paper. Pello’s first glance was at the hospital bed where Su Ziceng was sitting. Before his gaze met hers, he looked away again. He did not expect the French police to directly notify the Nice police for an inquiry, which caught Pello, who had rushed over overnight, somewhat off guard. Upon arriving at the hospital and seeing the police car parked outside, he immediately bought these morning roses with dew from a florist by the roadside. The Nice police officer with a big beard first glanced at the neatly dressed Pello, then at the roses in his hand and the somewhat shy female patient on the bed, and chuckled, "You must be Mr. Perro, right? I’m a local police officer in Nice, I need to ask you some questions." For origınal chapters go to 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 Pello walked over to Su Ziceng’s bedside, took down a bunch of chrysanthemums that were in a vase, and bowed his head. Seeing Su Ziceng’s face, which was thinner but spirited, he felt some relief. "Shouldn’t you give me a morning kiss?" Su Ziceng said in Country Z’s language, her eyes devoid of doubt, filled instead with sheer joy. The Nice police officer coughed softly and stepped outside, waiting by the door.