Novel Square
Chapter 1451
Chapter 1451 We Still Have an AceText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Kenton's associates were secretly upset by his tantrum. Even so, they remained hopeful about the stock markets despite the losses incurred from the land.
They chose to calm Kenton's anger instead of abandoning him, even resorting to flattery to avoid being ousted from the group.
After all, Yvette was the one who made the stock predictions, and she had never been wrong before.
Meanwhile, Yvette was unaware of the land investment mishap. She was out shopping with a companion who carried her bags. She had even invited several ladies for tea, as if she were a true socialite.
Upon noticing the line of customers outside the jewelry store, she asked with a hint of sarcasm, "What are they doing? Are they scrambling to buy worthless gold?"
Her companion was clueless and could only shake their head. Yvette pouted and raised her chin disdainfully, "It's unpleasant seeing a bunch of old hags crowding. This place is
dragging down my expectations. Let's go somewhere else."
Even if a reborn soul possessed knowledge of the future, it would be wasted if her capabilities didn't match that information.
Unfortunately, Kenton's associates were unaware of the fact and continued kissing up to Kenton. In such tense moments, there was always one ready to offer pretty words.
"Forget about the land, Mr. Wray. We have an ace up our sleeve! We'll see who gets the last laugh. The stock market will open soon, and we'll be raking in profits for five days straight. No one can stop us!" they exclaimed.
Kenton was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed. "That's right. The stocks are our ace in the hole!"
At that point, Kenton had gone mad. He barely gave it any thought as his mind was fixated on the Quinnells' ruin. That was a significant breach of business etiquette.
"Tell the traders to keep increasing our investment! That girl will regret crossing me. I want the Quinnells to cough up every penny they made from that land!" Kenton's eyes turned fiery red, and his face twisted into a menacing scowl.
The others echoed his decision. It seemed that, following a failure, people were inclined to pursue new ventures for more gains, especially when they were convinced it would yield profits with no chance of losses.
The associates' earlier discontent had now vanished, and their eyes gleamed with greed.
Had they looked into the mirror, they would've found themselves akin to the desperate gamblers from dramas, continually throwing their money into the game with the hope of winning it all back.
Meanwhile, Ophelia arrived at the Montclair residence and hurried inside. "We're in big trouble, Mom."
Tamia was reviewing the materials for overseas study, planning to send Cyrus even further. "Calm down. What's the big deal?"
Ophelia sank onto the couch and took a deep breath, though her expression remained ashen. "Did Mr. Calico not tell you anything, Mom?" she asked, puzzled.
"Tell me what? What's got you so worked up today?" Tamia shook her head with a soft chuckle.
"Did he really not tell you anything? Isn't he one of your connections?" As she repeated the words, Ophelia grappled with an unusual and intense anxiety. She closed her eyes and prepared to speak the truth.