Chapter 59 Wynter Refutes the Scumbag
Wynter picked up the wooden chair to change the location.
Sitting cross–legged, she looked beautiful and sassy, complaining, “Where did this ugly
man come from? He talks too much!”
Ugly man?
For a moment, the atmosphere at the scene froze.
Charlie looked astonished as if he couldn’t believe what he had heard. He slightly
stammered, “W–what did you say?”
“Ugly man.” Wynter smiled. “Did you hear me? If you can’t hear well, get your ears treated.”
“You!” he heaved violently, almost out of breath.
Almost everyone’s expressions changed. Especially Yvette, clasping her hands and
frowning.
She wondered what was going on. She remembered that Wynter used to like Charlie the most, even willing to risk her life for him!
She took a deep breath.
Charlie was like a clown who couldn’t get off the stage. “Wynter, have you forgotten how you’ve begged me to look at you?”
Wynter was indifferent. “A woman in love wouldn’t be rational. What’s more, we both know
the truth.”
Someone couldn’t stand still and shouted, “You’re the one pestering Mr. Charlie! That’s the
only truth!”
Charlie turned pale when he heard the word “truth“. Worried that she would say it out loud, he pretended to be generous.
“Forget it! You’re now having difficulty without the Yates. For the sake of the past, I won’t
argue with you.”
After saying that, he stopped looking at her and returned to his seat. Although he had maintained his reputation, he looked dejected.
Originally, Hilda wanted to watch the show, but the result was unexpected. Hence, she was
determined to stand up for him.
“Charlie is my junior. His talent, appearance, and knowledge are all top–notch. I wonder why you dislike him.”
Her words completely turned Wynter Into the Gibsons and the Shepherds‘ enemy.
The head of the Shepherds was Calvert’s uncle, Nelson Shepherd.
He was calm, saying nothing to Wynter. He just took a sip of tea, then glanced at Calvert sharply. “Come here.”
Calvert wanted to follow Abel and the others, but it was an awkward situation. He had no
choice but to retreat to a comer.
Doctors and scholars without high family backgrounds could see the Shepherds‘
statement. They believed Wynter would be miserable during the seminar session.
Abel worriedly looked at Wynter, who had offended both aristocratic families. “Miss, are you not afraid?”
She chewed her gum and said calmly. “They’re just profit–making vendors. There is nothing
to be afraid of.”
“Profit–making vendors? Do you know their status in the medical field? Wait, why do your
words sound so familiar?”
He scratched his head, wondering where he had heard this adjective before.
Wynter patted his head, feeling good to touch his hair. “It’s nothing if you can’t remember it! Let’s get ready.”
“Get ready for what?” Xavier was still in a daze. Today’s gossip came one after another so abruptly that he didn’t even have time to react.
Carrying a black bag, she stood up from the wooden chair. Under the lights, she looked sassy. “Conquer everyone. Win the first place.”
“What?” Xavier was in doubt.
Abel was about to say something. But right then, a hearty laugh came from upstairs.
