Chapter 85

• After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but furrow my brows. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I sensed a hint of disappointment in Claude's tone during our conversation. It must be my imagination though. Claude probably just wanted to get rid of me. The thought of Claude made me lose my appetite for dinner.
• "Claude?" Mr. Eugen casually asked, but there was a hint of darkness in his eyes.
• "Yes, he said he wanted to talk to me in person," I replied nonchalantly.