CHAPTER 899: CHAPTER 899: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

"...July helped me out when she saw I was losing so much, and in less than half an hour, she made me an extra two million."

As soon as Quentin Donovan finished speaking, Yvonne Donovan almost simultaneously cut in.

"She helped you make money from stocks? Come on, Quentin, if you’re going to make up stories, at least make them believable."

Right, Yvonne simply couldn’t believe that someone like July Quinn, from a poor mountain village, could actually make money trading stocks.

"Stocks have an element of luck; that doesn’t mean she has stock trading skills or talent."

Old Master Donovan also chimed in.

Unlike Yvonne, who was just focused on disparaging July, Old Master Donovan understood that Quentin’s willingness to call her ’July’ stemmed from his recognition of her stock trading skills and talent.

So he tried to steer the conversation towards luck, hoping Quentin would change his view.

But even before he could finish, Quentin added, "No, it’s not just luck. Her predictions were so accurate, it was terrifying."

"You know, I’ve been making money from stocks because I’ve been trading for over a decade and have some predictive ability. But even with that background, I got trapped with a lot of capital today. But July had been warning me before I bought in that there would be a cliff fall, and I didn’t believe her, which ended up costing me heavily."

"In the end, she helped me with the operations, buying at the lowest points and selling at the highest, several times in a row! I can’t believe that’s just luck!"

After listening to what Quentin said, Old Master Donovan was silent for a long time.

As for Yvonne, she lowered her head, her bangs covering her eyes, leaving people unclear about what she was thinking.

After a long while, Old Master Donovan finally asked again, "She can really read trend charts?"

Elder people love nothing more than bragging about their outstanding descendants.

At every gathering with his comrades, Quentin was always a point of pride for Old Master Donovan.

Even a brief mention of Quentin’s activities would earn him envy from his peers.

If there was now another descendant who could understand trend charts, someone even more outstanding than Quentin, and a beautiful little girl at that...

"With such terrifying predictive abilities, if she couldn’t understand trend charts, I wouldn’t believe it. Moreover..."

Quentin pointed to the bank card he had just handed back to Old Master Donovan, "The first task you set for July to make sixty million in a month, she completed it today."

"What?"

But the one surprised was not just Old Master Donovan.

Even Yvonne, who had been sullen and silent, exclaimed, "Quentin, are you joking?"

Did July Quinn make sixty million in just one day?

Impossible!

"I’m not joking, and July even exceeded the task; there’s actually two hundred and seventy million in there."

"How did she make it, through trading?"

Old Master Donovan probed further.

Though Yvonne didn’t ask directly how the money was made, her eyes, nearly shooting flames, were fixed on Quentin, as if eagerly awaiting an answer from him.

"No, not trading. July said that stock trading requires opening accounts and she found it too troublesome, so she went to a casino."

"A casino? So all this money came from gambling?"

Old Master Donovan frowned.

All his life, he’s disdained gamblers.

His second brother had lost everything and his family became separated because of gambling.

So upon learning that July Quinn made that seventy million on the gambling tables, the little bit of change in perspective he had for her was instantly erased.