The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1461

Settle the score? Who should they settle the score with?

The Chamber of Commerce members, now devastated, were most eager to settle scores with the person in front of them. If it weren't for Kenton, they wouldn't have become so fixated on stocks!

The member who had just broken down had abandoned his company's business and spent all his time online. It was all because he had believed Kenton's claim that these three stocks would soar!

However, none of them dared to directly confront Kenton. They could only clench their fists and look down with expressions of rage.

Despite the severe losses, not everything was lost. According to the stock prices, each of the three stocks was still worth six to seven dollars. If they could withdraw now, they might salvage a third of their assets.

But the problem was they couldn't withdraw! They had to wait until Friday to do so!

One of them was still clinging to hope. He looked up and murmured, "The drop today was severe… but maybe it will bounce back a bit tomorrow."

However, no one responded to this optimistic thought. They all knew that once such a steep drop occurred, it would likely continue for three or four days. Moreover, each stock transaction came with high fees.

Some were already despondent. Unlike Kenton, who still had his company, their funds were tied to their companies' survival. A financial issue could lead directly to bankruptcy.

But Kenton had his own secrets. His face was pale as he glanced at the stock market charts again. Certain matters were best kept from this many people.

Moreover, he anticipated that these people would likely become his problems shortly. With their severe losses, they were no longer in a position to stand by him.

Kenton looked at the Chamber members with a facade of concern. "It's not as dire as it seems. Money can still be earned. You all should go back and wait for news. I'll handle the stock market."

Not everyone believed Kenton's reassurances. However, they had no choice but to leave.

At the very least, the company's operations needed to appear normal. They couldn't let anyone know about their massive losses. Otherwise, their company would see their downfall even quicker.

Yet, as they were leaving, one person said, "Mr. Wray, we've been through thick and thin together over the years. You won't leave us in the lurch, right?"

"Of course not. What kind of nonsense is that?" Kenton frowned, seemingly angry at the question.

That person took his word for it. "Then I'll wait for your good news, Mr. Wray!"

Kenton waved his hand.

It wasn't until everyone had left that he showed his true feelings. "What the heck was he talking about? Following me through thick and thin over the years?

"They wouldn't even be doing so well in the first place without me! Are they really expecting me to cover for them now that they are back to square one? What a joke."

Adrien walked in just in time to hear this. "Mr. Wray."

"Have Cassian come see me. Tell him I need to discuss something with him," Kenton instructed Adrien. "Also, immediately cut ties with some of our business partners. Those who just walked out, you know who they are.

"If their companies come looking for project payments, delay them as much as possible. We can't support these companies financially anymore."

"Understood." Adrien, although didn't invest, was still involved in the whole stock market scheme. He knew that those from the Chamber of Commerce and Kenton would not be able to pay off their debt.

So, they needed Cassian to come back to resolve this issue. Otherwise, Kenton might face serious problems.

Cassian, who was cooking at that moment, received the message from Adrien and saw the news about Kenton's massive losses in the stock market. He didn't bother to respond.

As a finance professional, Cassian knew exactly why Kenton wanted to see him. He had already submitted his resignation, and the company had approved it.

He wasn't foolish enough to return to the company now and take the fall for Kenton. Instead, he needed to prepare for the worst!

As he thought about this, he dropped his cooking and immediately called his wife, Isolde Faye.

"Zara? She's still at school. What's wrong with you today? You sound so anxious," Isolde asked through the phone.

Cassian didn't go into details at Isolde's questions. Instead, he instructed her to take leave and come home. "Pack your things. We're going to Kingbourne. Our house there is safer."

Isolde could sense the urgency in his voice. She knew that Cassian had been under a lot of stress recently due to work.

Thinking about the Wray family's power and Kenton's ruthless methods, she immediately understood that they needed to leave quickly. Otherwise, their whole family would face danger!

…

Half an hour later, inside the commercial building, Kenton sat in his chair, no longer the calm and collected figure he usually was.

The massive losses from the stock market and the land deal had seriously depleted his resources. Maintaining normal operations would be extremely difficult without additional financial backing.

He repeatedly dialed his overseas investors' numbers, but no one answered. When he finally got through, it was just an assistant.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wray, but please refrain from calling if you don't have an appointment. The boss is very busy."

Kenton's anger reached its peak at the assistant's words. He was here trying to be polite, yet those foreigners were as cold as ice!

"Busy? Isn't this the same person who came to Hawford and claimed it to be his second hometown? Didn't he say we were brothers?

"I think you've forgotten how your product got into Cascadia in the first place!" Kenton's voice was thunderous, his rage apparent even to those outside the office.

Adrien was worried about potential gossip and quickly shut the door to prevent the others from hearing the conversation.

Though the assistant on the other end of the line spoke in broken Cascadian, it was obvious he was mocking Kenton.

"Mr. Wray, forget our products. Let me remind you—who was it that promised our products would dominate the Cascadian market? Yet, your domestic brands are still here.

"We also have to fix the damage and restore our reputation in Cascadia, which, by the way, we had worked very hard for, thanks to your poor public relations. Do you know how much this has cost us? 20 billion!

"As for the stock market, our boss has a piece of advice for you. Quoting your own words, the stock market is for the smart. If you can't play smart, don't play at all."

The phone was slammed down with a deafening sound. The assistant had hung up on Kenton.

Kenton, who was always the one scheming against others, was now experiencing the rare and harsh reality of having his own resources pulled away at a critical moment.

Kenton gritted his teeth and was crude with his words. "Fuck those despicable foreign bastards!"

They pulled out as soon as they sensed trouble and left him with no safety net.

At this moment, Adrien leaned in and whispered, "Mr. Wray, perhaps it's time to play your trump card. If not, we'll be facing a dead end. Not only is all the money gone, but we'll also have to deal with compensation claims from the overseas companies."

"But the Yarwood family wouldn't go against their own principles just for her, let alone manipulate the stock market on such a scale."

Kenton dismissed the idea that the three stocks he invested in had anything to do with Wynter.

The spike in gold prices, in his view, was simply the result of Wynter knowing how to manipulate public opinion. But the stock market? That was a whole different game, one not everyone could master.

It wasn't arrogance. He truly believed Wynter couldn't possibly have enough money to influence the market. Even with the potential of the land she had gotten, those funds hadn't yet hit her accounts!

His reasoning was sound, and it calmed Adrien's unease somewhat. Perhaps he had overthought things.

If Wynter truly had the power to control the stock market, there'd be no need for her to bother with the Chamber of Commerce. She'd be a capital powerhouse in her own right.

Clearly, all these thoughts were just his earlier panic speaking. After all, Wynter did have a way of being unnervingly unpredictable.

…

Wynter was on a call at that moment with Albert, who usually spoke with a businesslike detachment and a strong commercial presence. His tone had never sounded this emotional. "Wynter, have you seen the gold prices?"

"I did." Wynter had been keeping an eye on more than just the gold prices.

Albert took a deep breath. "Wynter, outsiders always call me an elite investor who can turn stones into gold. But I think that description fits you even better. When did you learn about finance?"

The question came unexpectedly.

Wynter didn't see any reason to hide the truth. "When I was with the Yates family. I had nothing much to do then.

"I was interested in making money even before I was of legal age. So, I tried my hand at the stock market. The person I sent you is a friend of mine."

"Your friend is the most skilled investor in Hawford. No one else knows about this besides me, right?" Albert said, feeling a mix of pride.

He considered himself superior to his other siblings when it came to his relationship with Wynter. "But Wynter, what kind of friend calls you 'boss' when they talk to you?"

Initially, Wynter had hidden this well. And Albert had always thought of their relationship as a two-way partnership. After all, the person he was dealing with was well-known in the investment world and was in his 40s.

However, today, the other party let their guard down when he saw the gold price surge and accidentally called Wynter "boss". Albert had frozen for a moment before he quickly realized what this meant and wanted to talk to Wynter about it.

This conversation made Wynter seem even more pitiable, though it was unintentional on her part. For someone like Albert, who had always wanted to be a good older sibling, it was heart-wrenching to know that Wynter had been making money on her own before she was even of legal age!

Though he had investigated the Yates family, hearing Wynter's side of the story only fueled his imagination. The first thing he did was transfer ten thousand dollars to Wynter.

"Let's go get something to eat later," Albert said.

Wynter was speechless. But it seemed that Albert had always preferred to solve problems with money.

Albert sighed deeply as he sat in front of his computer. "Wynter must have had a really tough time."

The investor Wynter had sent to Albert stared at him in disbelief. Who did he say was having a hard time? His boss? Wynter, who had made a million on her first venture? Really?

"I'm going to tell Grandpa about this!" Albert's gaze darkened. "Wynter is truly remarkable!"