The call was soon picked up, and Susanne immediately said, “Vinson Nightshire, get home right now or
else I’ll end my life here and now!”
Susanne had been loud and firm, and the butler could not help but gasp in silence.
After all, he had never heard Susanne speak to Vinson in that way before.
As she expected, Vinson did not reject her this time.
“I’ll be back once I’m done with the company’s matter.”
“You better be fast, or else you’re going to hold a funeral for me!” With that said, Susanne ended the
call.
On the other side of the call, Vinson irately threw the documents aside. They slid before coming to a
stop by the laptop, where the tenth episode of a romance show was playing
Vinson then turned off his screen and rubbed the bridge of his nose before calling Arielle.
Arielle was just about to pack her things and head home when Vinson called. At the caller ID, her heart
raced, and she cleared her throat before picking up the call.
“Hello?”
“Sannie,” came Vinson’s soft voice. “My mom asked me to go home and visit her, so I won’t be coming
home tonight.”
Arielle was silent for a few seconds before muttering, “Do you need me to come with you?”
“No, it’s fine. She won’t have a filter in her mouth when she’s angry. I don’t want her words to hurt you.”
Vinson paused. “Don’t worry. I can deal with this on my own.”
“All right.”
“By the way, the manager of Maureen’s Kitchen has called me and told me that the monthly report is
out. As the owner of the restaurant, I think you should take a look at it.”
“Okay,” Arielle answered.
Right then, Trisha walked by her.
When she noticed the grimace on Arielle’s face, she asked, “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” Arielle said with a shake of her head. “Something came up at the last minute, so I won’t be
able to go to the library with you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Go ahead and do what you need to do. I’ll be fine going back to the dorm to do revision.”
“All right. Call me if you need any help with any of the questions.”
After bidding Trisha goodbye, Arielle hailed a cab and went to Maureen’s Kitchen.
It was Thomas’ second day in Chanaea. The next day, he would have to leave with the translated
lesson plan.
Arthur led Thomas to Wendy and asked, “Has the lesson plan been translated?”
Wendy nodded and confidently handed Thomas the plan.
Thomas took it, but after a few pages of reading, a furrow appeared in his brows.
Sensing something amiss, Arthur tentatively asked, “Professor Harlem, is there something wrong with
the lesson plan?”
Similarly, Wendy’s heart was filled with anxiousness.
Is there something wrong with the translated lesson plan?
It shouldn’t be that. My mother spent a great sum to hire a translator for this. I’m sure the translator
should be a professional one. There shouldn’t be any mistakes.
Thomas then handed Arthur the lesson plan and said, “Take a look for yourself.”
At that, Arthur promptly took the plan and read it himself. Like Thomas, his expression darkened.
In the next second, he glared at Wendy and snapped, “Is this how you do the task we’ve assigned to
you? If you weren’t capable, you should have told us earlier! How
could you have used machine translation for this!”
Wendy froze before muttering, “Machine translation? That’s impossible. I clearly…”
I clearly asked the translator to translate it herself!
In shock, Wendy took the lesson plan from Arthur and looked at it.
As she had been busy with moving out, she had printed out the copy and brought it to the professors
without giving it another look.
Wendy skimmed through the pages. The first few pages were fine, but starting from the sixth page
onward, all the pages had a line of words at the bottom-Rhine Ustranasion Machine Translation.
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