Chapter 333

Damien Blackwood translated for Andre Fischer in German, then turned to Cassandra Taylor with no intention of saving face for his friend and said in G-language, “Andre has no clue what you're saying. He just repeated that line after hearing it.” “Ohh, I see.” Cassandra nodded, suddenly understanding. She had assumed Andre spoke G-language too, just with a rough accent, which was why he’d replied to her in it. “Miss Taylor, dinner is ready. You may come down now,” Andre suddenly spoke in crisp, gentlemanly English. He then smoothly maneuvered his wheelchair to take the lead in front of them. “Thanks!” Cassandra smiled gracefully. “Don’t be fooled, Andre’s got a weird sense of humor,” Damien said, keeping pace beside her. Cassandra looked up at him, puzzled. The comment caught her off guard. Her impression of Germans had always been that they were serious, reserved types. That was how Andre had seemed at first glance too—like a disciplined officer. Maybe it was the elite upbringing, but