Chapter 6

I rushed to the brokerage firm. Wendy was already anxiously waiting at the entrance.

It was her first time in a trading hall. Looking at the screens full of flickering colors and numbers, she felt completely lost: "Olivia, can you really understand all this?"

I didn't even need to look.

From the moment I bought my first stock, the market trends for decades before and after were etched in my mind, impossible to forget.

I didn't tell Wendy this, just smiled and said: "I understand it. Just trust me."

At the brokerage firm, I also saw a familiar figure.

Quincy's father, Mr. Young.

He had been handling some business with his secretary, but after receiving a phone call, his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly got into the black sedan parked outside and drove off in the direction of our school.

I stood at the entrance, silently watching the car disappear.

Wendy finished the paperwork and came to my side: "What are you looking at?"

I glanced at the sky: "Nothing, just looks like a storm's coming."

...

Sure enough, a storm hit.

With my encouragement, Quincy had eagerly rushed to the grove, excited to see Yvonne's surprise for him.

But as soon as he entered the grove, he heard unmistakable sounds. Looking closer, he discovered the protagonists were none other than his goddess Yvonne and that lowlife Zack Shaw he'd never bothered to notice before.

This was probably the biggest shock of Quincy's nearly 20 years of life.

By the time he came to his senses, the sound of ambulance sirens filled the air. He had beaten Zack so severely that Zack was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

When I arrived at the hospital, Zack had regained consciousness. He was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, lying motionless in bed.

This scene was quite familiar to me.

After all, in my past life when I pushed him out front to take the hits for me, he often ended up beaten to this state.

But Yvonne had never seen anything like this before. She sobbed uncontrollably by the bedside, nearly hyperventilating.

Quincy was dragged into the hospital room by his father, Mr. Young. Originally, Mr. Young was afraid his son would go to jail and came to negotiate a private settlement.

But Quincy was like a raging bull. As soon as he entered the room, his eyes went red and he charged at Zack. If Mr. Young's two secretaries hadn't quickly restrained him, Quincy probably would have thrown Zack out the window.

"Quincy! Apologize now!" Mr. Young was frantic.

"Apologize for what? I didn't do anything wrong!" Quincy panted heavily, pointing at Zack in the hospital bed. "He raped Yvonne, that's why I beat him!"

Poor Quincy.

As an ordinary person without the perspective of being reborn, of course his first assumption upon seeing Zack with Yvonne was this.

Now, Quincy looked pleadingly at Yvonne: "Yvonne, back me up. I was trying to save you."

Mr. Young also saw a glimmer of hope and turned to Yvonne: "Miss, you're the eyewitness. Tell everyone the truth."

Suddenly, all eyes in the room were on Yvonne.

She bit her lip, caught in a long moment of indecision.

Finally, she said in a small voice, her face red: "It was consensual."

The color drained from Quincy's face.

"What? Yvonne, you couldn't possibly..."

Though his whole body was in a cast, Zack still managed a smug smile from the hospital bed.

This gutter rat of a delinquent had never had the chance to make a rich young master like Quincy eat dirt in his life. Yvonne had actually given him this opportunity - he was practically giddy with joy.

"That's right, Yvonne and I are in love," Zack declared loudly, ignoring his painful injuries. "Quincy deliberately assaulted me! He should go to jail!"

Mr. Young's expression darkened. He stepped forward, ignoring Zack in the bed and trying to pressure Yvonne instead: "Young lady, I suggest you think carefully before you speak..."

The Young family was wealthy and influential. Even my parents started to get scared and hinted to Yvonne: "Yvonne, maybe you should reconsider..."

Yvonne was clearly torn.

But she couldn't afford to offend Zack. Not only could she not offend him, she had to firmly hold onto his heart.

After all, he was the Wolf of Wall Street. Compared to those future billions, the current Young family seemed insignificant.

So she gripped Zack's hand tightly: "What's there to reconsider? Zack and I are truly in love. Anyone who hurts Zack should face the consequences!"

Quincy couldn't hold back anymore. He broke free from the secretaries' grasp and rushed forward, slapping Yvonne across the face: "Yvonne Quinn, are you blind?"

In her past life, Quincy had gone bankrupt soon after marrying Yvonne. He became quite pathetic in front of her, and Yvonne always looked down on him.

This was the first time she had been slapped by this man she utterly despised. She immediately went berserk.

"Quincy Young, who do you think you are?" She shoved Quincy hard. "Just a good-for-nothing rich kid. You think you're so great because your family has money? Let me tell you, in a few years you'll all be bankrupt!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, even Mr. Young standing nearby turned ashen-faced.

In the end, Mr. Young stormed out, slamming the door. Quincy chased after him, leaving just our family in the hospital room.

My dad wrung his hands anxiously: "This... this, Yvonne, why did you have to offend the Young family?"

My dad had recently started a small business using the Young family's connections. With Yvonne burning bridges like this, my dad's business was doomed.

Yvonne impatiently furrowed her brow: "Dad, don't be so short-sighted. So what if the business is gone?"

She gazed at Zack with adoring eyes, as if looking at a priceless treasure: "With Zack, we'll have everything."

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