The Unveiling of Secret Queen

Chapter 401: Turns Out to Be Zayn Fisher’s Roommate_1

Speaking of hot pot, Nathalie Quinlan seemed quite interested. She gave an ’Mm-hmm,’ put away her phone, and followed behind him.

"I’ll go start the car," Amadeus Yancey said, the corners of his mouth turning up.

He led the way and didn’t even spare a glance for Zeus Tanzil as he passed by, simply brushing past him.

Nathalie did the same, trailing behind Amadeus as she walked past Zeus.

It wasn’t that she was impolite or had any issue with Zeus, she simply had forgotten about the existence of this person who had tried to chat with her earlier.

Once they had left, only Alfred Garland and Zeus Tanzil remained.

Compared to Amadeus Yancey, who didn’t even consider his "rival" a person, Alfred considered himself to have a bit more humanity. As he passed by Zeus, he patted him on the shoulder with a sympathetic expression, and in a gentle voice, said, "My condolences!"

Zeus Tanzil: "..."

Right then, his phone rang.

Zeus watched the direction the three had left, unable to regain his composure for a long while, until the persistent ringing of his phone snapped him out of his daze, and he distractedly looked down at the caller ID.

Zayn Fisher.

He furrowed his brows and slowly brought the phone to his ear.

"Hello? Yeah, I’m at the university. Just now?"

He looked once more at the pillar where Nathalie had just been leaning and remembered the gaze that appeared both roguish and defiant.

Feeling a sense of loss, he said, "I ran into some trouble just now, but it’s fine now. You guys go ahead and eat. Send me the address, I’ll be right there."

Having said that, he hung up the phone.

Shortly after, a message popped in with a location pin, a fairly upscale restaurant close to the university.

Following the location pin, Zayn sent him another message.

The gist was that ’his girlfriend just finished an exam and was a bit tired, so they decided not to go somewhere far to eat, settling instead for a place near the university. Next time they had the chance, he would treat everyone to a meal at a fancy club.’

Zeus glanced at the explanatory message he received, his eyelashes drooping, his creamy, young-looking face devoid of expression, though a hint of disdain seemed to flit through his eyes.

He casually replied with an ’Alright.’

But in his heart, he begged to differ.

There were only a few top students in the finance department at Tsinghua University, and even fewer would achieve success in the future. Zayn Fisher was quite decent: young, somewhat intelligent, and came from an acceptable family background. Being in the same dormitory and following the principle of making friends, they had a decent relationship and could be considered friends.

Zayn was okay when they first met, but after getting to know him better, it was a bit hard to describe him.

Like the message he had just sent to Zeus.

It was too vain!

He wanted to take his girlfriend to treat their dorm mates to a meal and introduce her to everyone, which was understandable.

He had heard that his girlfriend did well on her tests and was also there for the independent recruitment exam at the same university. As underclassmen, they could look after her in the future.

But if you’re going to treat someone, just do it. Beijing is not McKinney, a place with wealthy professionals every three steps and wealthy homes every five.

The Fisher family was quite reputable locally in McKinney and had some renown, but in a place like Beijing, teeming with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, the Fisher family’s foundation just wasn’t strong enough.

Zayn could afford to book a fairly upscale restaurant, but the more upscale clubs in Beijing required status to enter. Even for Zeus himself, getting in was rather difficult, so how could Zayn claim to host everyone there? Wasn’t this just boasting and blustering in an attempt to maintain his ’face’?

Zeus, born into the top-tier social circle, really looked down on such overt and vain posturing.

He glanced at the location address sent by Zayn once more, deleted the message, placed his phone in his pocket, and walked towards the university gate.