Wynter unwrapped a lollipop with a playful smile. "I understand your concerns, Mr. Tucker. But it seems that you're the one who doesn't understand the situation. You should recognize the person standing by your side right now."
"Of course I do. Everyone knows the legendary investor in the finance field," Cassian replied.
Wynter's tone remained calm and measured. "Then, why do you think this legendary investor is calling me his boss?"
Cassian felt like he'd been hit by a wave. He wanted to ask the same thing—why would Clement call her his boss?
"You're not seeing the full picture, Mr. Tucker," Wynter continued slowly. "The government policy memorandum didn't just mention land development but also hinted at personnel changes. The waters have gotten muddy, so someone has to clean them up."
Cassian's eyes widened in shock. "Ms. Quinnell, are you saying that there will be some changes with the higher-ups?"
In the past, Cassian might've asked her how she knew. But now, he wasn't going to ask anymore. Maybe all the rumors the business circle had heard were wrong—even the ones circulating among the Whitman family, who had ties to the Quinnell family.
They all thought Wynter was just a granddaughter brought back from some countryside. The power plays in Kingbourne were seen as nothing more than Fabian's attempts to regain control of the family. Wynter's involvement was just a part of the show.
But was it really that simple? Cassian couldn't help but wonder.
Since Wynter's arrival in Hawford, she had taken surprising actions in the Chamber of Commerce, resurrected a nearly bankrupt national brand, and significantly boosted its market value.
Following that, she transformed a seemingly worthless plot of land into a thriving development zone. Could all these consecutive successes really be chalked up to luck?
Suddenly, Cassian glanced at Clement beside him. His voice trembled as he spoke through the phone, "Ms. Quinnell, before I left the company, Kenton was diverting company funds to gamble on certain stocks. May I know those stocks' current state?"
"You're a finance student, Mr. Tucker. Didn't you already check before you came here?" Wynter spoke as if she was completely unconcerned.
The receptionist didn't recognize Wynter, but the chaos inside Wray Group was evident. Seeing an unfamiliar young woman heading straight for the CEO's office floor, the receptionist quickly moved to stop her.
With a lollipop in her mouth, Wynter certainly didn't look like someone here for business. But she seemed better than the debt collectors who had been streaming in all day.
The receptionist had lost count of how many people she had to block today. Moreover, the red graffiti splashed across the glass doors had left everyone too scared to step outside.
"Miss, I—" the receptionist was just about to speak when Wynter interjected.
"Take me to Mr. Wray." Wynter gave the receptionist a playful blink and smile. The tear mole at the corner of her eyes gave her an almost hypnotic charm.
"I'm the person he's dying to meet right now. After all, he still doesn't know why he's losing so badly in the stock market…"
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