novelraw Chapter 908: If He Disagrees, Tell Him His Granddaughter-in-law Is Gone
Chapter 908: If He Disagrees, Tell Him His Granddaughter-in-law Is Gone
He only dared to think it in his heart, not daring to say it out loud. After pouring a glass of water for Amadeus Yancey and placing it on the table, he asked softly, "Amadeus, when will you pick up the young master?"
He had just overheard Amadeus telling Ms. Quinlan at that table. Amadeus indeed used the young master to lure her in to stay.
Now that she has been lured in, of course, the young master must be brought over as well.
Mentioning the little bright spark, Amadeus Yancey arched his eyebrows slightly, his leg resting on the tea table and his face, though eye-catching, remained indifferent as he said, "Later. I haven’t talked to the old man about it yet, mention it to him later, then you can go pick up people."
Alfred Garland: "..."
So Mr. Yancey has no idea you sold out the young master like an item?!!!
Alfred Garland was stunned by this move, unable to continue the conversation for a while, and said dryly, "What if Mr. Yancey disagrees?"
The young master is indeed the Yancey Family’s little ancestor, the apple of Mr. Yancey’s eye.
And the Young Lady...
If Amadeus said to pick him up and if Mr. Yancey and the Young Lady disagreed...
Amadeus Yancey glanced at him nonchalantly, hand behind his head, a lazy expression returning on his face as he withdrew his gaze and said, "If he doesn’t agree, just tell him his granddaughter-in-law is gone."
Alfred Garland: "..."
In this game of wits, you really haven’t lost once!!
Amadeus Yancey exchanged a few casual words with him, then picked up his phone and sent a message to Shawn Norton to ask about recent events at Tsinghua University.
Nathalie Quinlan had mentioned that the phone call was from the Qing University’s Traditional Chinese Medicine Department, and he had been replying to messages throughout the car ride, wanting to know what was so urgent.
Tsinghua University.
Upon receiving Amadeus Yancey’s message, Shawn Norton frowned and asked Jackson Wafford next to him, "Is there any event happening at the university recently?"
"What kind of event?"
Jackson Wafford didn’t catch on at first, but after thinking for a moment, he remembered one, "Are you referring to the annual medical competition?"
In Jackson Wafford’s office, several Student Council members were helping move things, and Zayn Fisher was among them. He had not been in good spirits lately. Since the time he fell out with Zeus Tanzil over Ghania Quinlan’s issue, the atmosphere in their dormitory had become particularly awkward. Although Ghania Quinlan later publicly apologized on Twitter and clarified that he had misunderstood, Zayn Fisher, due to face concerns, had not yet apologized to Zeus Tanzil.
Zeus Tanzil didn’t bring up the matter, either. He used to frequently take Zayn to mingle with Beijing’s elite circle, but recently, he stopped inviting Zayn.
Seeing which way the wind was blowing, the other dorm mates didn’t ostracize Zayn openly, but they wouldn’t talk much to him in private, subtly siding with Zeus Tanzil.
In these days, Zayn’s mood was quite gloomy, naturally affecting his rest. The faint dark circles under his eyes marred his originally handsome face.
His demeanor also shifted from vibrant to somewhat sullen.
While Jackson Wafford and Shawn Norton were chatting in the office, the members of the Student Council pricked up their ears to listen in. Initially, he didn’t pay much attention, keeping a cold face and minding his own business.
But then he heard Jackson Wafford say, "This competition holds significant weight in the medical community. This year, the Medical Association issued a strict order to seize the first place back. Our school has two spots to compete, one from the Clinical Department, and the other from Chinese Medicine Department. The Clinical Department has already submitted a name to me, that’s Caryn Zachmann from their department..."
When Shawn Norton heard the name Caryn Zachmann, he pursed his lips slightly, tapped the purple tea pot in his hand, and placed it back on the table.
Although he said nothing, his expression revealed a subtle distance.