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Chapter 1512
Chapter 1512 A Slap in the Face
"That doesn't mean you can treat her like this!" Terrence looked at Yvette, who remained silent. He refused to believe that his crush was anything like what the manager had claimed.
"Yvette, call Mr. Lark or Mr. Waldron right now. Let's see if he dares to talk to you like this once they arrive. You're just too kind," Terrence said to Yvette.
Yvette clenched her fists in frustration. She wondered how someone could be this stupid! She had already tried to stop him, yet he kept running his mouth!
"Terrence, forget it. You guys are finally visiting Hawford, so let me show you around."
All she wanted now was to leave as quickly as possible. The longer she stayed, the more likely her lies would be exposed.
These naïve people would still believe her if she played her cards right. She had already embarrassed herself enough and couldn't bear more humiliation!
However, Terrence didn't catch on to her intentions and continued to argue stubbornly. The manager, tired of wasting time with them, raised his hand and called for security.
Terrence felt the obvious disdain from him—these people looked at them as if they were beggars! Was this a joke?
He wanted to shout back, but the security guards' arrival and the growing attention from onlookers made him realize how embarrassing his actions were becoming.
His face flushed red with anger, and he muttered defensively, "It's just a café anyway. They're everywhere. Like anyone actually cares about coming here."
He conveniently forgot how they had been taking photos earlier, admiring the place and envying those who could afford to dine there. It wasn't just any café but was a century-old establishment located in the former Frenda Concession.
The manager, used to dealing with entitled customers, smirked at Yvette. "Did you hear that, Ms. Yates? If you had your friend's level of pride, you wouldn't always be trying to sneak in."
Yvette bit her lips, unable to muster a single retort.
The other male students weren't clueless. They overheard the murmurs around them and glanced at Terrence.
Terrence was about to snap when he spotted the familiar figure in the crowd again. "Great, just my luck. Nothing good happens whenever I run into you."
The manager, who had been haughtily kicking people out earlier, suddenly lit up with a smile. His attitude transformed into one of impeccable politeness and elegance. "Ms. Quinnell, you've finally arrived!"
What did he just call Wynter? Ms. Quinnell?
All the male students, including Terrence, were frozen in place. Their eyes widened in disbelief, and they felt as if they had been punched in the gut. They stood there, unable to process what had just happened, watching helplessly as Wynter walked past them nonchalantly.
Wynter wasn't one to care about watching a scene, but since she had an arrangement here, she casually listened in on the situation.
Rosalyn had mentioned giving her a gift. Could she mean Yvette? Wynter's lips curled into a faintly mischievous smile. The Waldron family really knew how to play both sides.
It didn't matter whether this was a test to gauge her reaction to Yvette or if they truly thought Yvette could pose any threat to her. To Wynter, such moves were nothing but courting disaster.
She nodded slightly to the manager without saying much.
The manager immediately began clearing the way for her. "Mrs. Waldron has been waiting for you for quite some time. She's been asking me to keep an eye out for you. We've all heard about your success in the stock market.
"Ms. Quinnell, how do you manage to turn everything you touch into gold? I have a few friends in finance, but they might as well be amateurs when compared to you! You're like the living embodiment of a stock market legend!"NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.