Chapter 318: Tired of Receiving Love Letters from Childhood_1

Nathalie Quinlan's backpack was usually empty, hardly carrying a single book.

These past few days, however, she had packed one—the review materials she often read.

It was also lucky that she didn't usually bring books; otherwise, the backpack wouldn't have fit the books given to her by Nancy Sullivan and the others.

Looking at her bulging single shoulder bag with a bit of a headache, Nathalie received a phone call from Amadeus Yancey. After answering the phone with a grunt, she put away her phone and asked the others, "My friend is coming to pick me up. Shall we go? Together."

"Let's go~!"

Justin Wafford and Jhovany Sullivan had stayed behind precisely to wait for her and leave with her, and upon hearing her, they quickly picked up their backpacks.

Turn off the lights, lock the door—done in one fluid motion.