NovelEnglishChapter 1299 Go Back to Kingbourne Clenching her fists, Yvette recalled the threat of the silver needle aimed at her. She would've scarred her face if she hadn't ducked. It was clear that Wynter was aiming for her life! Since arriving at Hawford, Yvette basked in reverence and admiration. Yet, Wynter didn't bother to show her respect.
After a moment of pondering, Yvette caressed her face and spoke in a pitiful tone, "I know it's harsh for you, but the Whitman family deserves to learn the divination from your horoscopes." Wynter retorted as she fiddled with her needles, "Do you not understand why you're still alive? Are you even worthy of callingyour sister? "You can fool others with your tricks, but you'd better show srestraints around me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee my needle won't find its mark next time." Yvette fearfully retreated a step, knowing that Wynter meant every word she said. In truth, Yvette wouldn't be standing there if it weren't for Margaret.
Even so, Yvette felt a deep sense of indignation. Despite her ability to foresee the future, she remained inferior to Wynter.
Yvette bit her bottom lip and glanced sideways. Instantly, those who benefitted from venture capitalism on her advice stepped up to defend her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're Ms. Quinnell, right? I'm sure you're still unfamiliar with the rules in Hawford. If you have any questions, you can always ask for clarification.
"We're willing to overlook your ignorance for Mr. Whitman Senior's sake, but you should watch your words," one reprimanded sharply.
"That's right. You have no idea how much profit we've made with Ms. Yates' guidance. How dare you accuse her of being a swindler?" another fumed.
"Ms. Yates was simply showing her concern, yet you threatened her with your needles. I can't imagine your upbringing. I suggest you provide her sproper education, Mr. Whitman Senior," someone else said with a snicker.
The group gathered around and berated Wynter.
Seeing the commotion, Kenton feigned a gentle smile and proceeded to ease the tension. "That's enough, you guys. Mr. Whitman Senior did mention Ms. Quinnell isn't familiar with the rules in Hawford. Just give her stime." "In that case, she should go back to Kingbourne! How dare she slander Ms. Yates in Hawford? It's utterly absurd," someone retorted.
At that moment, Wynter let out a soft chuckle. "Indeed. To think that you're investing in stocks based on a fortune teller's advice-that's definitely news to me." Her remark sparked a fury among the group. Most of them reddened in anger, appearing far from the composed professional venture capitalists one expected.
In the end, they were merely hypocrites seeking illicit gains and had questionable connections with the Wray family.
Yvette couldn't have achieved such fif it weren't for the Wrays' support. Yet, Wynter couldn't shake the feeling that the scene was eerily familiar.
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It reminded her of the fake fortune teller who had gathered suchom prominent individuals in Kingbourne. Alsimilar schwas played at Hawford. Wynter suspected that external powers other than the Darnell family were backing the Wrays.
Her beauty mark glinted as Wynter glanced at the group. With a gentle spin of her lucky token, she deduced the ones behind the murder case of Club Solstice were the Wray family's allies. After all, it was impossible for a single family to establish such an extensive network in the gray area on their own.
With a clear goal in mind, Wynter decided to collect a few strands of hair as evidence to secure their En eventual conviction. At that moment, one of those offended by Wynter rolled their eyes and questioned furiously, "Are you calling us a fool?" "The fact that you understand that means you're smarter now," Wynter casually commented.
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