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Chapter 1514
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Chapter 1514 A Bitter Pill to Swallow
Yvette stiffened as she listened to the conversation from the side.
She had indeed come across such trending topics before but had never taken them seriously. To her, it was laughable to think that a group of elderly women, no matter how enthusiastic, could influence the market in any significant way.
How could their purchasing power ever compare to the capital wielded by large
corporations, which could invest tens of millions into stocks at will? Such news had always seemed trivial to her!
Now, to be told that she lost because of those very elderly women she had always looked down upon? It was a bitter pill for Yvette to swallow!
She was someone who had been reborn with all her knowledge of the future. So, wasn't she supposed to be favored by fate? Why did Wynter keep winning her at every turn?
The hatred she felt burned deep as she stared at Wynter. She didn't understand why no one would listen to her side of the story!
This Wynter was nothing like the one she remembered.
Yvette recalled that Wynter's situation had been even worse than it was when she was with the Yates family after she was brought back to the Quinnell family. The people from Kingbourne treated her like a joke.
It was Naomi who had truly been the center of attention and was adored like a real heiress. That was why Yvette had tried to befriend her in the beginning, thinking it would benefit her in the long run.
But now, Yvette realized that everything she thought she knew had changed. The Quinnell family, which was supposed to have collapsed by now, was more powerful than ever.
As for Dalton, why hadn't he been in a car accident yet? Aside from that, even the stock market was different from what she had expected.
Yvette's throat grew dry as she glanced at Wynter again, this time with a growing sense of fear. She didn't even know what exactly she was afraid of.
In the past, people had often whispered that Wynter was "dangerous", but Yvette had never felt it—until now. Despite the blazing sun, beating down with over 85 Fahrenheit of heat, she felt no warmth at all.
Wynter didn't even move her gaze away. She simply looked at Yvette, and it felt like she was staring straight through her, as if she could see into the depths of her soul.
Yvette's face turned pale as she recalled the conversation she had with the old man before coming to Hawford. He had told her to report any information about the Quinnell family to him immediately, promising her corresponding benefits in return.
Now, looking at Wynter's strange demeanor, she wondered if this could be considered valuable information about the Quinnell family. Although she couldn't pinpoint exactly what had changed in Wynter, there was no doubt that something was off.
Lowering her gaze, Yvette's mind raced to piece things together.
The only thing that remained consistent with her previous knowledge was that the Winston family was still around. She didn't know what strategy the Winston family would employ, but in her past life, they had emerged as one of the most envied and respected families. However, through her contact with the old man, she knew just how unfathomable he was. Additionally, the Winston family wasn't as simple as they appeared to be. The Winston family's business wasn't limited to Kingbourne but had substantial investments in Hawford as well!
While Yvette still hadn't figured out exactly what industries the Winston family controlled, this wouldn't stop her from moving forward with her plan!
If no one here believed her, then she would go to the old man. She wasn't going to let Wynter live so easily!
While Yvette's thoughts were filled with schemes, the male students who had stood up for her, especially Terrence, were feeling nothing but embarrassment. If they could sink into the ground, they would!
They watched as Wynter was respectfully escorted inside while they became the subject of mocking stares. People were looking back at them as if they were part of some ridiculous spectacle.
Terrence felt a deep sense of frustration and helplessness. The woman he had idolized was utterly powerless in this situation.
Worse still, she was now clutching his sleeve, asking him to quickly help her hail a cab so she could leave early for something urgent. This left a bitter taste gnawing at him.