Stanley Zachmann thought of this and looked at Nathalie Quinlan again.
The girl was bowing her head, holding chopsticks, focusing intently on eating.
Perhaps because she was quite relaxed at the mont, the sharp aura that was mischievous and bold before had disappeared, her eyelashes covered down, hiding her beautiful black eyes.
The girl’s skin was fair, and she sohow seed particularly charming.
Stanley Zachmann felt a sudden softening in his heart, his gaze beca gentle, as if hidden within the spring breeze of March, tender and intoxicating, he turned to the man and said, "No matter what, thank you, Mr. Yancey, for driving over to pick us up. I’ll treat for lunch today. Please, don’t be polite!"
Other mbers of the Zachmann Family thought he was teaching at Tsinghua University and didn’t have much spare cash, but in fact, Stanley Zachmann had received quite a lot of research grants over the years.
He usually lived a frugal life and didn’t have much need to spend money himself, so he saved it all up, and now there was a significant amount in his bank account.
Every year, the bank interest alone was enough for an ordinary family’s living expenses for several years.
Therefore, he could afford to treat a al.
Amadeus Yancey, however, didn’t give him this chance, his voice was hoarse yet polite: "Uncle Zachmann, you’re too kind. We agreed that I’d treat lunch today. I can’t let you pay."
"But..." Stanley Zachmann was reluctant to let Nathalie Quinlan owe a friend a favor, just about to refuse.
Amadeus Yancey very sensibly offered a compromise suggestion: "Uncle Zachmann, Nathalie and I are... good friends. As juniors, it is only appropriate for to pick up the tab today. If you feel it’s not quite right, we can make another date, and next ti you can treat. I won’t argue with you, alright?"
Nathalie Quinlan heard him naturally saying to her dad that they were ’good friends,’ her lips twitched, she leisurely put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and called to Stanley Zachmann: "Dad."
"Hmm?" Stanley Zachmann was still pondering the feasibility of Amadeus Yancey’s suggestion, suddenly called by his daughter, instinctively attending to her first, his tone gentle: "Nathalie, what’s up?"
Nathalie Quinlan leaned back in her chair: "He wants to treat, just let him, after all, it’s appropriate."
Stanley Zachmann: "..."
How could this be appropriate?
Even between friends, he couldn’t let others treat him casually.
He was an elder and the oldest person at the table. If he let his daughter’s friend invite him to a al, what if her friend looked down on his daughter afterward?
Moreover, Amadeus Yancey’s circle itself... was quite proud.
Caryn Zachmann wanted to connect with that circle, still had to cautiously curry favor.
Stanley Zachmann wasn’t keen on Nathalie Quinlan being looked down upon by outsiders.
He frowned slightly, still considering how to say: "This, isn’t quite right."
The girl naturally said: "Nothing not quite right."
Nathalie Quinlan’s cold white hand propped on her chin, her eyes were dark and bright, with a laid-back unruly tone: "Dad, let introduce, he’s my boyfriend."
The words ’boyfriend’ ca out, the entire private room went silent like chickens.
Alfred Garland, first ti witnessing such an Asura Field, was so scared he dared not say a word, shrank his neck to minimize his presence.
Holy moly, he didn’t expect Ms. Quinlan to be so fierce, directly admitting to Mr. Zachmann Amadeus’s identity, this...
Alfred Garland instinctively looked towards the middle-aged man.
Indeed.
Stanley Zachmann’s chin almost dropped in shock, the whole person was thunderstruck, didn’t react for quite so ti, at one point even doubted his ears were hallucinating.
"Nathalie, you said Mr. Yancey is your..."
Nathalie Quinlan frankly admitted: "Ah, he’s my boyfriend."
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