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“Is that lip—lipstick?” Sydney asks, her heart is beating very fast because it is obvious—it is a red stain on his lips and it can only come from a woman’s lipstick.

“Um…” Daxon says, remembering where it came from and smirking at the thought. Michael rushes to his side with his suit and hands him a napkin to wipe his lips. Above the cloudless sky, the helicopter transporting the Prince of UAE soars in the air. Its metallic body gleams in the sunlight as it defies gravity by a rhythmic rotation of its rotor blades.

“Whop, whop!”

The pilot, who is seated in the cockpit, passes information to the security of “castle hotel” telling them to evacuate the area of landing. As the helicopter descends from the sky, the rotor blades gradually slow their rhythmic rotation, producing a whirring sound.

Due to the magnitude of the blades, wind blows extravagantly as the helicopter makes a gentle descent to the ground. Daxon and the rest of the hotel staffs are dressed in their uniforms of light blu
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