Chapter 112 Leave

Early in the morning, the roar of a plane rang out in the air above the airport in France.

Jennifer leaned against the seat. She fell asleep as if a thousand-pound boulder had fallen into her heart.

The next morning, Hans came out of the room. Dressed in a white night robe, he was full of energy.

In the dining room of the suite, there were all kinds of dishes prepared by Monica. When she saw him walking out, she approached him with a big smile on her face.

"Are you awake? Have breakfast. You slept so early yesterday. I brought you some food when I came back. I didn't wake you up when I saw you sleeping."

"Yes, I'm a little hungry."

Hans was in a good mood. He picked up a piece of tea and took a bite, walking toward the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

Monica stood at the dining table, looked at his back thoughtfully, and glanced at the table.

"Han, the receptionist sent me a note in the morning. I don't know who wrote it."

"A note?"