Chapter 33: Chapter 33

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Chapter 33 Zion replied, “He said it wasn’t too expensive.”

Suddenly, the car made a quick turn and screeched to a halt. Maeve lost her balance and flew into a broad, firm lap.

A cold, steady voice said from above, “Charlie, drive safely.”

“Okay!”

Talk about “sisters before misters”

The car stopped outside an expensive residence across the road from Amenam University. Zion gave Maeve an electronic card and said, “I already helped you register your information. All you need to do to get in and out is tap this card. This residence is highly guarded, and most of its residents are already established business owners, so it’ll be easy for you to make new friends.”

Maeve glanced at the residence.

She had considered moving here when she made up her mind to study in Amenam University.

However, not only were the houses here extremely expensive, but they also required its residents to be of a certain status before they were even allowed to move in.

Zion must have gone to great lengths to help her buy a house there.

“Go in and see if you like the place,” Zion said, looking at her with a gentle gaze.

Maeve walked into the building. Her apartment consisted of the entire 13th floor, and it provided the best view. She opened the door and immediately caught a whiff of a subtle fragrance that seemed to fill the house. It was decorated simply but tastefully, and it was exactly what she would have chosen for herself.

Maeve stayed silent for so long that Charlie spoke up, “See? I told you she wouldn’t like it! This sort of decoration isn’t girly at all.

Girls prefer something more elegant and frilly.”

“No, I love it,” Maeve said as she looked at Zion. “Thank you.”

“Don’t you find it boring?

“Not at all. I’ve always preferred more simple, quiet decor.”

Everything she might need was already installed. There were even scented candles, incense, and a coffee machine among others.

“There’ll be a housekeeper who comes in every week to help keep the place clean. All you need to do is focus on your studies,”

Zion said. “Since you helped me arrange everything, what about the rental fees?”

“I’ll just add it your debt.” Zion wasn’t planning on being that generous.

Marve nodded. “Good deal”

Charlie was in disbelief after hearing Zion’s answer.

Why was he asking the girl he liked for money? Was his brain fried?

“We’re still busy, so we’ll leave you to it. You can unpack as you see fit,” Charlie said as he quickly tried to pull Zion away.

He wanted to teach his silly friend a lesson!

The door closed with a loud click. Zion nonchalantly straightened out his sleeves.

“Did you lose some brain cells on the way here? Why are you a asking h her for rental fees? Do you really need that money?” Charlie wished he could kick his friend. “You deserve all 26 years of being single!”

“It’s just part of my plan,” Zion said mildly.

“She knows how expensive this house is, and she might not want to stay if I actually give it to her without asking for anything his retOETI with a unile. “Besides, the more money she owes me, the harder it’ll be to pay me back. That means I’ll get to see her more often.

Charlie froze after hearing that. “Holy cow! Are you a genius?”

Chapter Maeve dressed in a casual sportswear set when she went to school that afternoon. The moment she walked onto campus, all eyes were on her.

“She’s so pretty! Is she a freshman?”

u seen her before? Is she actually from our school?”

“Have you “I think I saw her during the entrance exam. She’s probably new, right?

The crowds of people around her muttered among themselves as they tried to subtly stare at her.

A decently good–looking senior jogged up to her and asked, “Hi! Are you new here?”

She nodded. “You could say that.”

“Where’s your dorm? Do you need me to walk you there?”

“No, thanks. I don’t stay on campus.”

“I’ll take you to the registration counter. I’m a third–year student, but the freshmen’s registration should be at Building 1.”

“I’m going to Building 2, actually.”

“Building ?” the senior froze.

She nodded and said, “I have to register at Building 2.”

“But Building 2.”

Wasn’t that where postgraduate students went for registration?