Wild!
So wild!
If Alfred’s heart had been waves before, now it roiled with a complex expression of disdain and envy on his face. He couldn’t help but wish he had been born decades earlier so he could stand in for Mr. Zachmann and accept the extravagant gifts himself. If he were Ms. Quinlan’s grandfather, why would he need a bicycle? Just raking in gifts would make him rich!
Caryn Zachmann was still frowning with arrogance and impatience as she said, "I heard she didn’t pass the exams this ti either. Who knows, her family might need to pull strings to get her into university in Beijing..."
"..."
"I have no idea what kind of university she can get into!"
She said this considering that Alfred was the closest person to Amadeus Yancey, trying to seed a prejudice in his mind so that, should Nathalie Quinlan co to Beijing, Alfred wouldn’t think well of her.
She didn’t know that Nathalie Quinlan had been staying in Amadeus Yancey’s apartnt these past few days, keeping company with Alfred and the others.
Moreover, while Leonardy Zachmann hadn’t shared Nathalie’s exam scores with her, Alfred knew them very clearly, so when he heard Caryn talking about Nathalie possibly needing the Zachmann Family’s connections to attend university in Beijing, his face was indescribable with pent-up frustration!
He really wanted to say that Tsinghua University’s first-ever perfect score genius could choose any university, and the university would be crazy to not accept her...
But of course, he couldn’t share such thoughts with Caryn. He was pretty clued into the Zachmann Family’s dynamics and knew Caryn wasn’t fond of Nathalie. Once upon a ti, he would have sided with Caryn, thinking her the more suitable and superior match for Amadeus.
Now, well... sorry, Amadeus was, in his mind, a man who could consider being a kept man. So, between Miss Caryn and Ms. Quinlan, he was decidedly in Ms. Quinlan’s corner.
After thinking it through, Alfred adjusted his mindset and paid lip service to Caryn for a while.
anwhile, Amadeus Yancey was on a losing streak with the chips on his table dwindling. He himself seed unconcerned, frequently checking his phone. It was evident to anyone he was off his ga today, his mind clearly elsewhere.
"Who are you waiting for a phone call from? You check your phone seven or eight tis for every hand played," Sadam Vinson said with legs crossed, stubbing out a cigarette in the ashtray, noticing Amadeus’s distraction.
He was initially happy to be winning money since it was rare for him to beat Amadeus Yancey. But as the ga wore on and it beca clear his opponent wasn’t fully present, the victory lost its flavor.
What’s the point of winning if your opponent doesn’t even take you seriously?
None of them were short on cash; playing cards was just a pasti, no one expected to get rich from it.
Amadeus, leaning back in his chair with his eyes glued to his phone, didn’t lift his head as he responded in a low, husky voice, "Soone really important."
Sadam Vinson: "?"
It was the first ti he’d heard him describe soone as ’important.’
Who could it be.
Just then, as Amadeus saw a new ssage pop up on his phone, he felt a wave of pleasure, the corners of his mouth tilting up slightly as he opened the ssage.
It was indeed the ssage he had been waiting for.
[QN: Just got here.]
Only two words, nothing more.
But to Amadeus, it was as if he could see her sending the ssage, probably walking with her head down, long lashes curled up, looking obediently cute.
He stood up, pulling back his chair with elegant grace, and said to a still-bewildered Sadam Vinson, "Let Alfred take over for . I need to make a phone call."
With that, he grabbed nothing but his phone, leaving his coat behind, and hurriedly opened the door of the private room to leave.
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