Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 405

Chere was astonished. “Oh, but does Mr. Goldmann know about this?”

Maisie dragged the suitcase to the front of the car. “He doesn’t know, that’s why I plan to give him a surprise.”

At 11:50p.m., the flight to Zena took off on time. The flight would take about ten hours, and it was expected to arrive at 10:00 am the next day When Maisie woke up during the long flight, the sky outside the window was already fully lit, and a thick layer of white cumulus clouds could be seen below the flight.

At 10:00 am sharp, the plane had already lowered its altitude and flew over the cities of Stoslo. Looking down, the high-rise buildings that could be seen everywhere looked like Lego models.

Those urban streets that were intertwined looked like the veins of the cities.

The plane landed on the runway of Zena Airport 30 minutes later.

“I’ve been on a plane all night, and my back and legs hurt.” Cherie dragged her luggage and followed Maisie around. It was the first time she had been on a plane for such a long time.

Maisie placed her hand on Cherie’s shoulder. “You’ll b

get

when the two of them exited the

driver slid the window down, and Maisie said fluently, “Please get us to the Rosette Hotel,

reserved a room at the Rosette Hotel online, and the two of them only needed to show the

her luggage aside, dashed straight to her big bed, sprung herself onto the bed, and her body bounced on the

up and found that the wordings on the bed cabinet had an English translation. “Eh? Foreign

“The Rosette Hotel’s owner is a foreigner, and

a 6-star high-end hotel in Zena, and its price was also quite different from that of the other local hotels. Wealthy businessmen from all

not ask anymore. The two rested until the late afternoon before they reserved

eat in a Japanese

suit and a white blouse inside, and her long hair was

slender and straight long legs. Her pure and glamorous look, coupled

and cleared her throat softly, “Maisie, Mr. Goldmann is not here.

Goldmann would definitely break my neck if Maisie were to get it on some random man abroad and turn

“How do you know that Nolan isn’t