CHAPTER 891: CHAPTER 891: SHE SAYS SHE’S LAZY

Seeing July Quinn carrying things and ready to leave, Quentin Donovan quickly and eagerly took them from her, "July, you must not have grown up in the countryside, right?"

July Quinn didn’t refuse Quentin Donovan’s help, "Yeah."

"Then if you didn’t live in the countryside, why does the information say you did?"

July Quinn walked ahead, with Quentin Donovan following behind, questioning her.

To this day, he still remembered how disappointed he was with his new cousin after seeing July Quinn’s details from Old Master Donovan last night.

Childhood in the countryside, accomplished nothing, barely literate...

These terms almost made him unable to face July Quinn properly.

But after getting to know her, Quentin Donovan found that the girl in front of him was completely different from the one described in the information.

Especially in stock trading, she made this seasoned trader immensely admire her.

"My foster parents didn’t like me, so I had to stay in the countryside."

Quentin Donovan suddenly remembered that the information had indeed mentioned how poorly July Quinn’s foster parents treated her.

Maybe she specifically pretended to be living in the countryside to protect herself.

At that moment, Quentin Donovan felt a bit of pity for this girl.

All these years, she lived under such an atmosphere.

Completely different from Yvonne Donovan, who had a carefree life, adored by everyone.

Suddenly, Quentin seemed to understand why she wanted to enter the Donovan Family.

Even if she had a talent for stock trading and could earn a fortune on her own, living a prosperous life.

But she must be yearning for the warmth of family, that’s why she longs to enter the Donovan Family.

"July, why don’t we go open an account now? With your talent, the task that the old master gave you should be completed within a month."

Yes, Quentin understood.

He wanted to help July Quinn establish a firm foothold in the Donovan Family to make up for her years of wandering alone.

"I know a few people who can get your account opened quickly. Let’s go over now."

Previously, he thought that July earning sixty million within a month was pure fantasy.

But now, after witnessing July Quinn’s ability to predict, he’s convinced she can pass Old Master Donovan’s test.

Getting more and more excited, Quentin even prepared to drag July to go open an account.

But July stretched lazily, "I don’t want to."

"Don’t you want to enter the Donovan Family legitimately?"

"I do."

"Then why not go open an account?"

"Lazy!"

"July..."

Quentin was racking his brain, thinking of other ways to persuade July Quinn to open an account soon.

Unexpectedly, July said at this time, "I have a more time-saving and effortless way to make money than stock trading."

"What method?" Quentin was quite curious.

"Follow me."

*

Half an hour later, Quentin Donovan watched as July Quinn sat at the gambling table, surrounded by numerous gamblers.

Some appeared to be adorned in gold and silver, there to entertain and enjoy themselves.

Others were dressed in rags, with sallow faces, seemingly addicted to gambling, placing all their hopes on it.

The dealer was shaking the dice, while others were placing their bets.

After everyone finished betting, the dealer lifted the cover, and the numbers on the dice made a gold-toothed old man laugh heartily, scooping many chips towards himself, "Better luck next time, everyone!"

Meanwhile, the sallow-faced man looked tearful, "Why is it this number again? Why is my luck so bad today?"

As for July Quinn, she hadn’t placed her bets yet.

They had just arrived at the casino, and July had sent someone to exchange chips for her, which still hadn’t arrived.

"July, is this what you meant by a more time-saving and effortless way to make money?" Quentin looked at the noisy gambling table, visibly disdainful.