The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1205: Each Big Shot is More Shameless Than the Last
Sadam Vinson, a pampered young man accustomed to being served, suddenly found himself having to get his own water. He grumbled persistantly, "I say, Amadeus, you’re not short of money. At least hire a servant for your family. If not a full-time one, then a part-time worker will do. Every time Alfred Garland is not here, there’s not a drop of water at your place, it’s really frustrating."
"No money." The man stretched lazily, shamelessly spreading his hands with an air of indifference.
Sadam Vinson: "??? ??"
"Hiring a servant isn’t that expensive, is it?"
Amadeus Yancey gave him a sideways glance, relaxed, "Still no money. I have to save for my girlfriend, so I have to save money."
Sadam Vinson almost smashed the teapot he was holding.
mmp!
He just came here for some water, doing it himself was bad enough, but now he’s being bombarded with dog food.
But he didn’t dare to provoke anyone, he turned his head and looked with grievance at the girl drinking water beside him, "Nathalie, look at him, he’s practically a rogue."
Nathalie Quinlan raised an eyebrow, casually screwing on the bottle cap, glanced at him, coolly, mirroring someone else’s tone, "Don’t come to me, I have no money either."
Just a few days ago, Emma Gabehart had come looking for her, and she had deducted a sum from her account; now she’s broke and nearly resorting to street performances.
Nathalie Quinlan’s pale fingers twisted on the bottle cap, remembering she almost forgot, a month ago there was another deduction from her account for Rare Earth.
Billions.
Sadam Vinson twitched his lips silently, holding the teapot, utterly speechless at these two.
Two big shots, each claiming to be more broke than the other.
He, a poor person, was left utterly speechless by their claims of poverty!
This society is so shameless, it really doesn’t let poor people live!
He quietly brewed a cup of Tea, handed it over to Amadeus Yancey, knowing that this gentleman was even more lazy than he was in life, the type who avoids doing things himself if possible, then went to find two teacups, pouring a cup of Tea for himself and Amadeus Yancey.
He raised the teacup and took a sip, involuntarily feeling, "No wonder when I saw the ad the other day, they said making it yourself smells better. The Tea I brewed has a heavenly taste. Tsk, with this skill, one day I can set up a Tea shop."
Amadeus Yancey uncrossed his legs, took a sip as well, expressionless, put down the teacup, glanced at him, "Is opening a Tea shop a crime?"
Sadam Vinson: "??? ??"
"You brewed Tea with Warm Water?"
Sadam Vinson touched his cup, the temperature was just right, he was quite puzzled, "Isn’t it enough that the water is hot? I see that every time boiled water is used for Tea, it takes forever to drink. So I didn’t wait for the water to boil, just estimated it was about right and poured it into the teapot. It’s just right for drinking, not too hot."
He saw Amadeus Yancey seemed uninterested in talking to him, with a pitiful face, turned his head and looked for help from Nathalie Quinlan.
"Nathalie, am I right?"
Nathalie Quinlan had nothing to say, so she simply raised a thumbs up!
Mock!
Warm Water brewed Tea.
Only Sadam Vinson could think of it.
Sadam Vinson found a sense of presence with Nathalie Quinlan, feeling a bit better, less dejected, drank several more sips of his self-brewed Tea, finding it increasingly fragrant.
Seeing Nathalie Quinlan walking over with mineral water, he kindly asked her, "Nathalie, would you like a cup?"
"... "
Nathalie Quinlan shook the mineral water in her hand, determinedly refusing, "No thanks, I’m drinking plain water."
She found a corner of the Sofa to Sit down, tiredly leaning there, her Arm resting on the Sofa’s Armrest, Leg stretched out, both straight and long, looking quite lazy, and suddenly said, "Isn’t there a software contest this year?"
