Chapter 119

Phishie was puzzled, but Helen merely ruffled her hair. "Let's not dwell on it too much. We just need to focus on our own matters. What do others have to do with us?" Reassured by Helen, she brightened up and they entered the classroom together. Meanwhile, Chandler sat in his luxurious office in the Newton Group building. He fixed his gaze on the word on the computer screen. These were the words he received from the Alirian language translator last night. "No!" Chandler's eyebrows quirked. He pressed the intercom button. Shortly after, Carles entered. "Regarding the Alirian language translator, have any candidates been found? Send their resumes to my email." Hearing this, Carles hesitated. "Sir, we haven't received any resumes so far." Chandler's eyes narrowed in thought before he suggested, "What about the foreign language institutes? Fresh graduates are also acceptable, as long as they can handle basic translation tasks." "We've inquired at several foreign language institutes