Chapter 1164 Leveraging The Whitmans
No matter how much money it took, if the other party was willing, Angelica would give them all the power they desired.
Angelica wasn’t always like this. She used to believe that foreign countries were as depicted on TV and that they were ignorant and naive. It was only after she interacted with that individual that she realized there were few investors like them in the world.
Those foreign countries, especially Cascadia, were indeed formidable. Angelica could no longer view Cascadia with her old thinking. Thus, Angelica’s current respect and courtesy toward Yvette stemmed from that individual.
Yvette, however, believed it was her own accomplishments that had impressed Angelica. That made her even more arrogant. Yvette stood among the crowd and started to speak grandiosely.
In reality, Yvette felt diffident when Angelica first mentioned the investment direction. She only understood half of the contents of the books she stole from Margaret.
She could predict some major events thanks to her memories from another life, but she didn’t know the specifics. Moreover, she didn’t understand business development.
Nevertheless, Yvette was confident. As long as the general direction was right, with the Winstons and Angelica investing large amounts of capital, how could it not succeed? It was just a matter of time. So, Yvette naturally began to enjoy the current
adulation.
No matter how glorious Wynter was, she was only famous in that small circle in
Kingbourne. As for Yvette, she had already stepped into the international capital market. Hawford was where she belonged.
Yvette no longer needed to think about those people, including Ewan who held her back. She believed that he would only ruin her image. She was determined to
surpass Wynter step by step, so much so that Wynter would have to wait in line to
meet her in the future.
Yvette thought she should maintain her connections in the southern city previously. Now, she realized her vision was too narrow.
She should have transformed herself long ago, just like her new name, Magia Yates. It sounded mysterious and magical and was well–received internationally.
“Come, Ms. Yates. Let me introduce you to someone. This is Mr. Whitman. When it comes to the oldest family in Hawfors, it has to be the Whitman family.” It was clear that Angelica held the Whitmans in high regard.
Before coming, Yvette had heard of the Whitmans and knew about their feuds with the Quinnells. Anyone who was an enemy of the Quinnels was allied with her. She couldn’t do anything to Wynter in Kingbourne, but it was different in Hawford.
As long as Yvette built a good relationship with the Whitmans, who wouldn’t respect her in the future?
“Mr. Whitman, it’s a pleasure to meet you. You truly have the appearance of great wealth and nobility. Your ancestors‘ virtue prospers. You can turn misfortune into fortune and crisis into peace.
“However, I have a word of advice. Though I’m not sure if it’s appropriate to say.”
Yvette wanted to stand out and make a lasting impression in Hawford’s capital circle. She wouldn’t pass up this excellent opportunity.
By giving the Whitmans a divination, regardless of it being true or false, people would remember the name Yvette Yates.
Before Robin Whitman, the head of the Whitman family, could speak, Angelica chimed in. “Mr. Whitman is not an outsider. You can speak your mind, Ms. Yates.‘
“I can tell that Mr. Whitman has a weak affinity with relatives. Wealth rises in the south and falls in the north.
“Mr. Whitman tends to be/soft–hearted toward family, but some self–serving relatives should be avoided. Otherwise, Mr, Whitman, you will face a great disaster.”
As soon as Yvette’s words landed, the surrounding people’s gazes changed. Murmurs of the discussion arose. Even Robin’s hand that was holding the wine glass paused in mid–air.