Nina Sinclair took Mr. Ji’s car to the restaurant.
In the private room, Nina Sinclair saw Mrs. Ji. She wore an exquisite qipao, her face adorned with delicate light makeup, rendering her age impossible to discern.
Upon seeing Mrs. Ji, Nina Sinclair suddenly remembered her identity!
Mrs. Ji was indeed a professor at St. Seth’s Royal Academy. Nina recalled enrolling in her class before graduating, though she had only attended twice and hadn’t seen her since, leaving her unable to recall precisely which professor she was.
Mrs. Ji looked at Nina Sinclair, her gaze filled with tenderness, and chuckled, "Miss Sinclair, last night I told my husband that he must take good care of you. I’m glad he hasn’t let me down."
"Thank you, Mrs. Ji," Nina Sinclair nodded, displaying a well-behaved demeanor.
Mr. Ji, hearing Mrs. Ji’s words, couldn’t help but retort, "What do you mean you let me take care of her? It was clearly Miss Sinclair’s capabilities that impressed me. And besides, it was President Lancaster who personally called me to ask me to look after her. Why don’t you mention that?"
Upon hearing Mr. Ji’s words, Nina Sinclair was left dumbfounded.
She looked at Mr. Ji in surprise and uncertainty, asking, "Mr. Ji, did you just say President Lancaster called you to ask you to look after me?"
Mr. Ji nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, President Lancaster said it himself. Actually, Miss Sinclair, you don’t need to feel guilty; aside from them asking me to look after you, your own capabilities are exceptional. If you become the leader at Elysian, under your leadership, Elysian will surely flourish."
Nina Sinclair furrowed her brow tightly.
The important thing wasn’t asking someone to look after her; it was why President Lancaster would personally ask Mr. Ji to look after her? ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N(o)vᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt
Logically, Vincent’s girlfriend is Rebecca Lowell, so the person Mr. Ji should look after is Rebecca Lowell. Could Mr. Ji have mistaken the person?
If she returned to Zenith and Vincent found out, wouldn’t it be a wasted delight?
Nina Sinclair panicked inside and quickly said, "Mr. Ji, are you sure I’m the person President Lancaster asked you to look after? Couldn’t you be mistaken, and perhaps President Lancaster actually asked you to look after Rebecca Lowell?"
Nina Sinclair had such thoughts because she was not very familiar with Vincent. How could Vincent help her without any reason?
Hearing Nina Sinclair’s words, Mr. Ji said helplessly, "Miss Sinclair, I’m still young; my ears are perfectly fine. President Lancaster was clearly talking about you; I would not have been mistaken."
Nina Sinclair was too shocked to speak.
At this moment, all that echoed repeatedly in her mind was the affair of President Lancaster asking Mr. Ji to look after her.
If she hadn’t known the other day that President Lancaster wasn’t Julian Lancaster, she might have misunderstood.
Perhaps there were hidden motives she had to return to ask Julian Lancaster what was really going on.
During the meal, Nina Sinclair got up to go to the bathroom.
After washing her hands and coming out, she unexpectedly bumped into a familiar figure.
"Sorry..." Nina Sinclair apologized immediately; she intended to walk past him and leave, but her wrist was tightly grasped!
Nina Sinclair frowned and looked up; then her face turned somber.
She hadn’t expected them to meet here as if fate had brought them together again.
She thought their paths wouldn’t cross again after the unpleasant encounter at Grandma Lancaster’s birthday party, yet here they met once more.
"Nina, who are you dining with here?" Vincent Lancaster cast a glance toward Nina Sinclair’s private room, "I just heard that Mr. Ji from Bertha Jewelry is here. Are you here to dine with him?"
Nina Sinclair replied coldly and distantly, "It’s none of your business."
After speaking, she freed herself from Vincent Lancaster’s hold and turned away directly.
Vincent Lancaster watched Nina Sinclair’s departing silhouette, his expression filled with conspiracy, dark and unsightly. How did they arrive at such a juncture where Nina Sinclair treated him so indifferently?
He stood there for a while, ready to return to his own private room, but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure emerge.
Instantly, cold chill gleamed in Vincent Lancaster’s eyes, and he quietly followed.