Chapter 817: Just Seeking My Help

Caryn Zachmann, being younger, was also more impatient. She couldn't stand listening to her father and grandfather talk about the current affairs of Beijing and didn't care for aged preferences like green tea. In less than half an hour, she checked her phone incessantly and kept an eye on the time, clearly struggling to sit through the older generation's chatter without openly asking to leave.

Celine Tucker noticed her restless fidgeting and, lifting her eyelids, seemingly offhandedly mentioned, "Caryn, didn't you say Professor Adelle needed to see you at school later?"

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Caryn abruptly looked up, meeting her calm gaze. She immediately caught on to her opinion and was about to conveniently find an excuse to get away.

But just then, her phone rang.