My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 117

Read My Past is Just Prologue By Louisa Dillon Chapter 117 – The Woman He Doesn’t Know

Janet was moved with compassion, and it happened that she had nothing to do next. Why didn’t she see if this young man needed help.

Taking the room card from the front desk, Janet walked towards the man, “Do you need any help? I can speak Esbanol.”

Willis suddenly raised his head, and at that moment, he thought he saw an angel.

“You speak Esbanol, so can you translate the contract?”

“It shouldn’t be a problem.”

Janet was just being modest. Her Esbanol level was more than enough to translate the contract.

Willis was urgent and didn’t have other choices. He eagerly pulled Janet, “Then please do me a favor and translate this contract for me. I have to finish it today, but this contract is too much for me. It’s difficult. If I can’t translate it, I will lose my job…”

Janet nodded.

A student who was still in school had only learned Esbanol for three or four years at most and had almost zero practical experience. It was normal not to understand the terms and conditions of the contract and some professional terms.

“Wait for me, I’ll put my luggage back in the room and follow you.”

“Good!”

Willis accompanied Janet upstairs, watching her every move with burning eyes, for fear that she would run away. Afraid that Janet would be bored, he chatted with her by himself, “Actually, it’s like forcing a donkey to dance for me today. The translation was originally taken by my teacher, but he suddenly had gastroenteritis and was vomiting and having diarrhea. He fooled me into coming for him, saying that the reward was generous. If I knew it was so difficult, I would never come, no matter how much money you have!”

Seeing that Janet didn’t talk to each other, he suddenly realized that they didn’t know each other yet, so he smiled awkwardly and began to introduce himself.

“My name is Willis Holm, and I am a senior student at the University of Foreign Studies in A City. What about you?”

“Janet Longfellow.”

She responded simply and clearly, went back to the room and put away her luggage, and let Willis led the way to the closed

lounge.

Willis took out a paper contract, a laptop, and a thick dictionary from his bag.

“That’s it, can you translate it?”

Janet picked up the contract and glanced at it. She had an overview of the contract.

It’s not difficult, but it has a lot of content, and it will take some time to translate.

“No problem.”