Napoli Central Hampton Hotel.
With no return flight available, the Sampdoria squad stayed the night.
That was what happened when a small club did not have its own private plane.
Early the next morning, Dejan Lu went downstairs for breakfast and did not see a single teammate. They had all drunk too much during the celebration the night before. Even the shy Lombardo had sung.
Dejan the Football King had other matters to attend to, so he had not drunk much.
Who would have thought he would run into him at the hotel?
Just as he was about to sit down for breakfast, Dejan Lu saw a little boy taking a walk at the hotel entrance.
"Prince Henry."
Dejan Lu walked over and said.
"Harry. Call me Harry."
The young Henry Mountbatten-Windsor looked up and said.
"All right, Harry. Why were you up so early?"
Dejan Lu walked with him through the hotel courtyard and asked.
"My brother snores too loudly," Harry complained.
"That really was a problem."
Dejan Lu said with a smile.
"Dejan, we're friends, right?"
Harry suddenly stopped and looked up at him.
"Of course. You can tell me if you have any trouble."
Dejan Lu answered immediately.
"Last night, I sent Mr. Link away."
Harry said.
He meant the bodyguard. Since Charles's affair seven years earlier, there had always been bodyguards around his mother.
"All right, perhaps we should talk about this differently."
Dejan Lu pulled Harry over to sit down. "You did the right thing. You were protecting her."
"Yes, because Mum isn't happy." Harry hesitated before asking, "Will you have a little brother with Mum?"
Dejan Lu: ...
She had mentioned it yesterday, but Dejan the Football King did not dare.
The mixed-race traits would have been too obvious.
Otherwise, it really would have