Bab 71: Chapter Seventy: Solo Afternoon In Paris

A few minutes pass before my phone buzzes with a text from him, letting me know it was safe to exit. Finding the key card where he said it was, I pick up my LV bag and take a final look around, making sure I haven't left anything else behind. Swiping the hair pins from the coffee table, I stuff them in the back of my jeans and exit the suite, making my way to the one next door. It's identical to his, albeit smaller.