When they arrived in Paris, it was evening. The entire city was shrouded in twilight, the lights began to illuminate, and the bustling nightscape was faintly visible.
Chloe Winston tightened her down jacket, breathed in the foreign air, and pulled on Constantine Stewart's sleeve, laughing excitedly, "I finally don't have to wear a mask and cover my face."
"Hmm." Seeing her energetic demeanor, Constantine Stewart's mood inexplicably improved, suddenly feeling that this city wasn't as detestable as he thought.
After connecting with the driver, the group directly headed to the five-star hotel where Constantine Stewart usually stayed, right beside the Eiffel Tower, offering a distant view of the tower's dazzling nightly splendor.
