Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 70

Chapter 70

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On the weekend, when Kenneth cback, he brought sdesserts with him. Each one was exquisite,

adorned with the "Yee Cake" logo, which featured a super cute little fox surrounded by a circle of green leaves.

The Yee Cake dessert chain officially opened that day. Ophelia fell in love with this logo at first sight. The

desserts were all her favorites.

While she are, she busily worked on her design drafts, and Kenneth focused on his work as well. They both sat in

the study. one at the computer and the other on the sofa by the French widlow. Even if they just sat like that, as

long as they could see each other, they felt warm.

After a while, Ophelia finished her dessert, and the design draft was almost complete. Seeing that Kenneth was

still busy, she got up and went downstairs to make him a cup of coffee.. The white coffee cup sat on the gray

desk.

"Kenneth, when you finish your work later, could you teachHow to invest in stocks?" Ophelia looked like a

good student. The light blue knit sweater accentuated her delicate skin. Kenneth's stern brows gradually relaxed.

He wrapped his arm around Ophelia's waist and effortlessly pulled her onto his lap. his gaze towards her filled

with curiosity.

"I need to learn sskills to impress people," she said. In fact, Ophelia could learn on her own. She just wanted

him to feel how much she needed him.

"Okay, but you have to pay 'tuition," Kenneth teased.

Ophelia knew it wouldn't be that easy.

Kenneth lifted her onto the desk, and kisses rained down on her. Their bodies fit together perfectly.

After paying the "tuition", Ophelia didn't have the energy to study anymore.

The next morning, on her way to the stock market, Ophelia heard a rabroadcast from the taxi.

Recently, the largest financial group, Sinclair Group, opened up a bunch of Michelin-chain dessert restaurants. In

the past year, they've really nailed it with their investments, seeing solid returns in just three months. Perhaps

the dessert market is the blue ocean project of the future...

The taxi driver smacked his lips. "Wow, Kenneth is really something, a tough character. He earns all the money

by himself. We common folks don't stand a chance. All the money goes to those big shots" Ophelia sat quietly in

the backseat.

The driver had a point. The Heloria society was severely class-based, with financial groups monopolizing various

industries and controlling over eighty percent of the wealth resources in Heloria. Ordinary people hardly had a

chance to turn their situation around. In fact, most countries were like this, which was why there was a stock

securities market.

Yet very few retail investors could truly make money. They mostly survived off the tiny scraps left behind by the

big fish.

Upon arriving at the stock exchange, Ophelia received a phone call. "Hello, I'm Harry, the general manager of

Hastings Group.

Ophelia hung up directly.

Harry was taken aback for a few seconds, then called again twice, finally getting blocked. Chapter 70 58%

Mr. Hastings, | heard he often trades at the East Bridge Stock Exchange Center. Should we try our luck?" Andy

suggested.

Harry sighed and thought, That's all we can do now. He had consulted analysts, and that person was no simple

character. He had a knack for spotting stock trends. He thought, If he could work for me, I'd have a real shot at

making money?

Harry appeared at the entrance of the stock trading center in an expensive suit, accompanied by his male

secretary, Andy. who was in his thirties. Most of the clients here were middle-aged or older.

Harry entrusted Andy with the task of finding the Stock Deity and sat down to look for a spot. However, upon

seeing the people around him, he showed his disdain.

Andy asked a client manager, "Hello, may | ask if the GU Stock Deity is here today?"

"Of course, she is in our VIP room, but many people want to meet her," the client manager replied with a

troubled expression.

Andy was resourceful and slipped a large amount of cash into the manager's pocket.

The manager immediately said, "This way, please."

Andy turned to look at Harry, who stood up from his seat, adjusted his suit, and went to the VIP room together.

Just then, three middle-aged women cout from inside.

One said, "The Stock Deity is so amazing. The stock she recommended tobefore increased today, and the

two stocks she toldto sell all dropped today. She really knows how to predict."

Another agreed, "Yeah, | was planning to sell the two stocks that kept falling in my hands, but she toldnot to.

| ended up making over a hundred thousand dollars."

"Let's cback tomorrow. We should buy her sgifts."

"How about a gold bar?"

Hearing their conversation, Harry felt reassured. But he had no idea that the three women were actors hired by

Ophelia for thirty dollars an hour.

Pushing open the door to the VIP room, Harry saw the legendary 'GU Stock Deity", and she looked nothing like he

had imagined.

She was a woman, a bit overweight, dressed from head to toe in cheap, low-quality clothes. Her features were

plump and ordinary, and she wore outdated black-rimmed glasses. The only thing that really stood out was her

long, beautiful hands. Seeing her hands, Harry thought, ‘Well, everyone has to have smerits.

Andy exchanged a few words with Ophelia, but Harry didn't even glance at her, his face full of disdain, feeling

even sick at the thought of looking at her again.

"| thought the person who called a few

days ago was a scammer Ophelia said. She had learned to change her voice from Sharon, so Harry did not

recognize it as Ophelia's voice.

After seeing such a "Stock Deity", both Harry and Andy looked at her with doubtful and scrutinizing eyes.

Ophelia adjusted her glasses and made splausible speculations, similar to what the analyst Harry hired had

said. But for sreason, they felt that this unremarkable woman made more sense.

"| believe 'GU' still has a lot of profit potential. If you want to test my ability, why don't we invest in 'GU' together

and see?" Ophelia suggested.

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