Zayn Fisher indeed had this intention.
Freddy Cagwin had just been too dismissive of him, and Zayn had planned to bring up Aunt Cagwin to knock so of that sharpness off him, but before he could say a word, Freddy had finished speaking.
Instead, it made him seem petty, like he was bullying a younger student.
Zayn felt sowhat awkward and dryly explained, "I didn’t an that."
"Pfft." Freddy disdained his explanation, not even interested in questioning him.
He had gone through a rebellious phase before, caring about his background, unable to understand why people like Zayn Fisher and Ghania Quinlan were born superior, while they were naturally inferior. When talking about family backgrounds, he felt judged by others through tinted glasses.
At that ti, he was full of negative energy and resentnt, even considering mixing with society to earn others’ respect.
Later, Nathalie Quinlan had said sothing to him that he rembered vividly.
She had said, "All roads lead to Ro, and education is the best and quickest road open to everyone. Respect is not given by others, but one must first learn to respect oneself"!
He had long figured it out, today does not represent the future!
Studying hard and graduating did not necessarily an he would be worse off than others. He had nothing to feel inferior about or ashad to admit what his family did.
His parents worked hard to provide for his education, neither stealing nor robbing, more kind-hearted, down-to-earth, and grateful than people like Jeff Quinlan. He should be proud of them rather than ashad.
"Even if that’s what you think, it doesn’t matter to . I can’t control what’s in other people’s minds. You can think whatever you like, but if you want to say those things, there’s no need to waste ti. I can say them for you."
With that, he was openly slapping himself in the face!
The Fisher family, after all one of the biggest households in McKinney, and here was a housekeeper’s son daring to publicly sha him.
Zayn’s face turned a difficult shade, his eyes suppressing a gloomy mood as he stared at Freddy.
He couldn’t deal with Nathalie Quinlan with the Zachmann Family backing her, but it would be extrely easy to make life difficult for an ordinary family that lived by setting up a street stall – it was a matter of making a call to the local toughs.
Nathalie saw the sinister look in his eyes and, without a trace, positioned herself in front of Freddy, lifting her porcelain-white face with an indifferent expression, "Let’s hear it, I’m in a hurry."
It was only when Zayn t her gaze that he rembered the close relationship between her and Freddy’s mother Aunt Cagwin. If he hard Aunt Cagwin, Nathalie... He wasn’t afraid of a high school girl, powerful as the Zachmann Family might be with their roots in Beijing, the Fishers were no lesser. But the problem was the people around Nathalie.
Silvania Ingram, Amadeus Yancey, Owen Yapiter, and another young man he didn’t recognize but appeared troubleso, as well as that elder whose identity was unknown but wandered into their private room by mistake, judging by Adelia Tucker’s reaction, must also be an important figure...
He took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in his chest, trying not to look at Freddy standing behind her, and with a not so pleasant expression said, "It’s nothing much..."
Just then, Nathalie’s phone lit up.
She looked down and saw it was a ssage from Alfred Garland, telling her they had arrived.
When she looked up again, her patience had already worn thin; her crimson lips pursed, her eyebrows fiercely defiant, "If it’s nothing, then don’t block the way."
At her words, Zayn’s handso face uncontrollably twisted, his fists clenched, once again he stepped in front of them and took a deep breath.
"...I have sothing to say."
Being repeatedly blocked by him, Nathalie had long lost her patience, and her tone alone conveyed her irritation, "If you have sothing to say, speak up. Don’t waste my ti!"
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