"Mr. Chairman, I'm on the plane now... Yes, I need to ask for leave from you. A very important friend of mine, my grandfather, is critically ill. At this time, I have to accompany her home. I don't know if I can make it to the last round of the competition.
Yes, but I will explain the details and tactical arrangements of the game to Robert on the phone... The celebration ceremony? I think it is best to hold it after the Italian Cup final, right? It happens to be the second round.
The game is played at our home court. Yes, okay, thank you for your understanding."
It wasn't until he called Facchetti to ask for leave that Dick let out a sigh of relief, then turned off his phone and looked at Charlotte sitting next to him - they were on the plane now, meeting outside the stadium.
After Charlotte, Dick immediately went to the airport with Charlotte, bought the nearest flight and prepared to go to Monte Carlo - Portugal is still quite far from Monte Carlo. Although it takes a while to get there by plane,
It is also faster to reach Monte Carlo than the train.
"Why did you suddenly become critically ill..." Dick couldn't help but ask as he looked at Charlotte's distraught look.
"Sudden... cerebral hemorrhage, it seems very dangerous now..." Charlotte lowered her head and said: "Grandpa is already quite old. If he had known that I should go back earlier, at least I could be with him."
Dick was speechless. He reached out and patted Charlotte's shoulder comfortingly. As a result, Charlotte leaned over and rested her head on Dick's shoulder. Her long hair fell down and covered her face.
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The weather was very hot at this time, and Dick was wearing a short-sleeved undershirt, and he immediately felt a few drops of hot stuff flowing onto his arms.
"This stubborn little girl... doesn't even want others to see her cry?" Dick shook his head slightly.
While on the phone, Charlotte seemed to be about to cry. However, after seeing Dick, Charlotte always seemed very strong. She bought a ticket with Dick and got on the plane... Until this time,
She seemed to just start crying happily.
"I am an orphan...I can understand your mood at this time." Dick whispered to Charlotte, and then relaxed his body, allowing Charlotte to lean more comfortably.
Charlotte heard Dick's words, but did not answer. She just hugged Dick's arm tighter.
The flight from Lisbon to Monte Carlo is not that far, it takes less than an hour, and it takes about forty or fifty minutes to arrive. By this time, Charlotte had regained her composure. She looked at Dick and smiled, letting Dick
I feel a little hairy...
"Why are you laughing?" Dick couldn't help but ask.
"You'll know later." Charlotte pursed her lips and smiled, and then there was a hint of worry in the corners of her eyes - she was smiling, of course, because what was going to happen next would definitely be beyond Dick's expectations.
Outside...
Sure enough, when he got off the plane and walked out of the airport hall, Dick saw a stretched luxury car parked at the entrance, and two rows of fully armed guards stood in two rows next to the luxury car...
"Hey, are there any dignitaries coming?" Dick muttered, and then he pulled Charlotte to the side, but Charlotte held him tightly with her backhand and pulled him towards the two rows of guards.
passed.
"Hey, Charlotte, what are you doing?" Dick was about to say this, and then he saw two rows of guards raising their guns at the same time, and gave Charlotte a gun salute: "Your Majesty, Princess,
Hello!"
"Princess, father-in-law...princess?" Dick was really dumbfounded now. He looked at Charlotte in surprise. He really didn't see how Charlotte looked like a princess...
But at this glance, perhaps due to psychological factors, Dick felt that Charlotte really looked like a princess...
"Thank you." Charlotte nodded to both sides, and then walked directly into the car. When Dick stood in front of the car door and felt a little at a loss, Charlotte stretched out her hand and took it.
Caught him in the car!
"Your Majesty Princess, you are finally back."
An old man in the passenger seat turned to Charlotte and said something. He looked at Dick with hawk-like eyes, but said nothing.
"Uncle Nice, my housekeeper." Charlotte first turned to Dick and introduced him, and then said to Nice: "Yes, I'm back... Where is grandpa?"
"We are going to...Princess now." Nice replied, then turned his head, and then very considerately, a sound insulation panel was raised between the driver's cab and the back seat.
"Wow, that's good." Dick whistled. He was indeed a little surprised before, but now he had calmed down. After finishing the whistle, he asked: "How much does this car cost? It seems I have to get one too."
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Charlotte smiled. During this period of living together, Charlotte had begun to understand some of Dick's habits. His frivolous behavior at this time proved that he was actually a little nervous at this time...
Dick is indeed a little nervous. He has now guessed Charlotte's identity - the princess, naturally the princess of the Monaco royal family. He is not familiar with this royal family, but when watching the game in his previous life, he saw last year's Champions League final.
, Prince Albert of Monaco once attended the game in person, and then left early after falling behind 3-0 - he had an impression of this news, so the one who is now critically ill should be the current King of Monaco...
After all, he is also a king. Although the current royal families in Europe are basically more symbolic than practical. He has also met King Carlos I of Spain. However, Dick is still a little nervous to think that he may attend the funeral of a king.
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Charlotte stood up and took out a bottle of wine from a small refrigerator in the carriage: "Would you like some?"
"Uh, isn't it good?" Dick hesitated.
"It's okay." Charlotte laughed: "I think you need a little now."
"It is indeed more necessary." Dick raised the glass without politeness, and then drank the wine Charlotte poured into the glass in one gulp.
After finishing the drink, Dick put down the cup, looked around, and then smiled bitterly: "It seems that I am really a political idiot...if you didn't use a pseudonym."
"Of course it's not a fake name." Charlotte put away the wine bottle and glass and smiled similarly: "I'm also surprised that you don't know my identity... In fact, it's easy to find out if you check it.
"
"I'm usually very busy, so I don't have time for this! I know the name of any Serie A player even if it's not famous, but I don't know the name of any royal family in Europe... But to be honest, I was surprised today."
Charlotte held her chin, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Dick was startled: "Isn't it? Don't think that I am that kind of vulgar person, okay? Even if you are a princess, I will not have any other ideas because of this! No matter what your identity is, I know you
It’s just Charlotte Casiraghi, the girl who gambled with me and hung out with me, got it?”
Charlotte laughed, of course she could hear that Dick was just talking nonsense at this time to make her happier: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just a little worried about my grandpa."
Dick also closed his mouth. He vaguely remembered that Albert II took over the throne next, and after taking over, he changed his habit of not getting married, officially married the princess and gave birth to a boy, ensuring that the Monaco royal family
The bloodline will not be cut off - although Charlotte has an older brother and younger brother, they are from the grandson line after all...
In other words, the majestic old man I saw that day will really soon leave this world.
When the car drove to the hospital, reporters were already crowded around the hospital - Prince Rainier had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and was admitted to the hospital. The news had already spread, and at this time, reporters were naturally crowded outside the hospital.
, at least to see who is coming.
Prince Albert had entered the hospital early, Princess Caroline also rushed from Hanover, and the little princess Stephanie and her husband had been waiting in the hospital. Among the third generation, Andre and Pierre
They have also arrived at the hospital. What the reporters are now focusing on is when Prince Rainier's favorite granddaughter Charlotte will arrive.
At this moment, an extended RV parked in front of the hospital, and soon all the reporters saw Princess Charlotte appearing in their sights.
"Ah, Princess Charlotte is here!" a reporter shouted.
Immediately, countless cameras were focused on Princess Charlotte, and then everyone saw that behind Princess Charlotte, there was an Oriental man wearing short-sleeved shorts and not looking very dignified, who also got out of the car.
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"There are so many reporters everywhere." Dick muttered. He had just come from Lisbon. There were many reporters there. Now he came to Monte Carlo. There were also many reporters here, but in Lisbon, most of them were sports reporters.
The main body, and here, I am afraid that reporters from entertainment gossip and serious publications have the absolute advantage...
"Princess Charlotte, where did you come from?"
"Aren't you in Monaco today? You know it's already..."
It was already evening. The UEFA Cup final was held at seven o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Under the cover of night, the reporters did not see Dick's appearance clearly.
Ignored him.
Charlotte did not answer the reporters, but directly grabbed Dick, and then pulled him into the hospital door.
"Huh? Who is that man?" Some reporters asked. At first they thought this man was Charlotte's bodyguard or something like that, but which of the Monaco royal family members who came today did not have a bodyguard? Every bodyguard
There is no door to enter the hospital, but guarding outside the door. The row of big men in suits and ties are the bodyguards of the royal family members. Why is this man with an oriental face able to walk into the door of the hospital with Princess Charlotte?
?
"Well, I suddenly feel that this guy looks familiar." A reporter muttered to himself.
"I also think it looks familiar." A reporter next to him shook his head: "I can't remember it. Oriental face? It can't be the ambassador of some Asian country, right?"
"No, it should be that person... But it shouldn't be, he should be in Lisbon now..." a reporter said to himself.
"Who?" Several people nearby asked immediately.
"Inter Milan's head coach, Chinese Dick..."
The reporter was laughed at by others before he could say anything: "Are you kidding me? Inter Milan just finished the UEFA Cup final today. How could Dick appear here?"
"Yeah, maybe I saw it wrong..." the reporter murmured.
After they gradually dispersed and the reporters developed the photos, they discovered that the oriental man following Charlotte was really the head coach of Inter Milan, Dick!
