Chapter 85

　　After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but furrow my brows. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I sensed a hint of disappointment in Claude's tone during our conversation. It must be my imagination though. Claude probably just wanted to get rid of me. The thought of Claude made me lose my appetite for dinner. 　　"Claude?" Mr. Eugen casually asked, but there was a hint of darkness in his eyes. 　　"Yes, he said he wanted to talk to me in person," I replied nonchalantly. 　　"Do you need my help?" Mr. Eugen asked. 　　"It's alright, I can handle these things on my own," I declined. I felt that it wasn't necessary. I didn't want anything from Claude, and he had no reason not to reject me. Besides, even if Claude didn't want to separate from me, Vicky probably wouldn't agree, right? 　　"Well, call me if you need anything," Mr. Eugen didn't insist, after all, it would be better for me to handle this matter on my own. 　　"Alright," I hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.