Ryan and his assistant, Jefferson, stepped off the plane onto the cold pavement of Charles de Gaulle Airport.
The city lights of Paris twinkled in the distance, and the soft hum of late-night traffic filled the air.
True to their client’s word, an expensive black sports car was parked nearby, its sleek design reflecting the streetlights.
A sharply dressed man in a suit approached them with a professional smile.
“Mr. Winters, welcome to Paris,” he said with a thick French accent, extending his hand.
Ryan shook his hand briefly. “Thank you.”
The man gestured toward the car.
“Your ride is ready, sir. Mr. Laurent has arranged everything for your stay. We hope you’ll find everything satisfactory.”
Jefferson, standing beside Ryan, exchanged a quick look with him before nodding.
“That
