Chapter 1197 My Fiancé
“Don’t call me ‘sir.‘ I’m a woman,” came a languid voice tinged with youthfulness. Pablo was utterly dumbfounded, wondering if the other
person on the other end had even reached adolescence.
Indeed, Wynter was still young and busy with her homework. Having
recouped their capital, she entrusted Pablo to handle the future
investments on his own.
Pablo sat stupefied in his seat. He never imagined hearing such words from the one he respected. He had expected a mature and experienced elderly man, only to find a young girl instead.
In truth, Wynter didn’t reach out to Pablo by chance. “Larry.
I
recommended you. After looking at your background, I see his point,” she explained.
It was only then that Pablo realized Wynter had intended to help him out of his predicament. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have ventured into
stock investments.
That said, it was his first time encountering a financial genius. throughout his life as a trader.
According to Larry, Pablo wasn’t the only one that Wynter had helped. It appeared she would selectively invest in individuals who had retired
from state–owned enterprises due to market shifts.
“Look at me. I’m just a humble villager who only knows how to mine.
coal, yet Boss still offers her help,” Larry once remarked with a grin.
Larry and Pablo had attended the same school, though they pursued
different majors. Despite Larry’s self–deprecation, Pablo never
considered him as a lowly and ignorant villager.
Larry had commendable qualities. He always paid his employees on time and was never involved in dangerous mining practices. Plus, he frequently donated his profit to his hometown.
Upon recognizing Pablo’s situation, he requested Wynter to help his friend instead of scorning him.
Although Pablo had encountered his fellow alumnus, they all
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