Chapter 1516 The Plan Backfired

Chapter 1516 The Plan Backfired

In an instant, they felt disenchanted with Yvette. They all had the money to pay for their meals anyway, so there was no need to flatter her any longer.

All of them glanced at Terrence, whose mind was a chaotic mess. He wished Yvette was right as that would mean his judgment wasn't flawed. However, the reality was quite the opposite. All he could feel was the mounting embarrassment!

"I'm not going," Camell was the first to speak up.

One by one, the others followed suit, expressing their reluctance to join the meal. When no one wanted to go out for even a treated meal, it clearly indicated that the host lacked social standing.

Yvette had never experienced such humiliation before. She was used to being the center of attention and having people flock to her. Now, even these inexperienced young men were looking down on her!

"I understand now! You all favor the rich. Now that Wynter is successful, you want to curry favor with her." Yvette sneered. 'It's just like how you used to flatter me."

No one wanted to hear her speak like that. They were all young men filled with youthful vigor.

"Who are you talking about?' Carnell was offended. "We're not Terrence!"

"Terrence, listen to him! How can he say that about me?" Yvette was on the verge of tears, leveraging her looks to appear pitiful.

Terrence stood in the middle, caught between his friends and crush. He could never have imagined that coming to Hawford would result in such a scene.

Yvette had changed, and the mutual disdain between his friends and Yvette was palpable. The arguments were overshadowing any semblance of camaraderie.

He had thought that once they arrived in Hawford, Yvette would summon a chauffeur to take them on a tour of major companies. He had even bragged about it before they arrived, only to find that nothing was as he had imagined.

persona, seemed glamorous but

Terrence! Men like him often didn't truly like anyone. He was only enamored with the status and benefits she

momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected her most loyal admirer would ever defy her. Terrence was also at a loss, feeling only frustration. "Yvette, let's forget the meal. We're really in a hurry." Without waiting for her response, he strode off with the other young men. It was as if he was deliberately putting as

more regretful than Terrence currently. He might have felt better if

even glance at them, treating them as if they were mere nuisance. That realization hit

men experienced true indifference

in the alumni group but soon remembered she hadn't even

Yvette felt a headache coming on from

will see what happens when I exchange information with

hounded by people hired by the

to Wynter for forcing her into this humiliating situation. Without that confrontation, she might not have been able to shake off her

own cleverness, Yvette thought she had the upper hand. She believed that Wynter was oblivious

deep. With the

rid of the aristocratic families that were stalking her. She waited until the male students were completely out of sight before she plotted to approach the

about the stocks were also a calculated move. Since the very beginning, Wynter had already

That was why she

people following her. This time, however, the pursuers were not from the aristocratic families but from Wynter's

for afternoon tea, seemed amiable enough. But every single

the Chamber of Commerce, so there's no need for us

listened to her, not even bothering to lift her teacup. With one hand supporting her chin, she yawned out of boredom. It wasn't until her phone lit up with a

said,

sending a brief message, she looked up with a playful smile. 'I thought you would be of a higher caliber since you took an hour out of your busy schedule for

only managed to invite

we can't continue this conversation. I thought I was doing you a favor by reminding you out of respect for your mother, but you clearly don't appreciate it. Then I guess we'll

left with

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