Araceli POV
Kenneth Easton?
I froze for a moment before responding.
I lifted my eyes and looked at Raphael.
Raphael picked up the phone and didn't purposely avoid me, but casually chatted with Kenneth.
"When did you get to New York? Kenneth, come on, can you be sincere? I'm busy. I don't have time. Fine, I'll call you back later."
Raphael hung up the phone.
I pursed my lips.
I listened to Raphael's tone and thought Raphael and Kenneth should know each other well. They were friends, at least.
Would Raphael agree to help me?
I sighed slightly in my heart.
Now, there was nothing else I could do.
I walked over and asked in a slow voice, "Mr. Lancaster, is that the well-known lawyer, Mr. Kenneth Easton, you just spoke to on the phone?"
Raphael nodded his head. "That's him. Do you know him?"