Chapter 897

On the way home, Helen kept texting on her phone. "Who are you chatting with? You respond so quickly," Chandler asked, seemingly jealous. "I'm chatting with an alcohol-lover. He loves to drink, and he will definitely not miss out on this bottle of Romanee Conti," Helen replied. Then, she took a photo of herself with the Romanee Conti and tapped on the chatroom to send it over. Chandler saw it from the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't help stepping on the accelerator harder. Helen had never done something so intimate as sending him a selfie. Who on the other end could enjoy such a treatment? The two elders of the Spencer family? It couldn't be. Their health wouldn't allow them to drink too much alcohol. The Boston family was currently in a mess, so it couldn't be them as well. It was even more impossible to be her classmates, who were all young women. They might not even drink, let alone appreciate the quality of the wine. "Who could it be?" Chandler was so absorbed in his t