Bab 170: Oh, My English Is Bad

After saying goodbye to the two beautiful girls, Elsa and Luke waited for a cab outside Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Elsa teased him. "It seems you've found someone on this Paris trip. That bubbly girl suits you very well."

Luke smiled. "Dream on. We had a nice chat on the plane, but that's it."

Elsa was amused. "Whatever you say. Let's report to the police department first. The rest of the time is all yours."

At that moment, a cab arrived, and a man in glasses staggered out and threw up in a dustbin.

Elsa and Luke didn't think anything of it. Carsickness wasn't unusual.

But they took a whiff of the cab when they got in. There was the vague smell of vomit, but they couldn't find any traces of it.

The driver was a man with short hair. He turned his head and asked earnestly, "Are you in a hurry?"