M Country Hotel. Presidential suite.

The indoor lights were deliberately dimmed and Helen was injected with sedatives and was sleeping soundly in bed.

The nightscape was leaning against the thick curtains, staring thoughtfully at Helen's sleeping face, and smoking a cigar.

The door was tapped three times, and two bodyguards came in.

It's not just the thick carpet, but also the deliberate lightening of their feet without making a sound.

"Master, the plane is ready." A bodyguard reported in a low voice.

The night scene nodded, twisted the cigar in its hand and threw it into the ashtray: "You will escort your wife back to the hospital designated by Leiyang...