?<strong>Chapter 1198:</strong>


    Madisyn knew Evie well, but her curiosity got the better of her.


    “Why the sudden interest in what Evie likes?”


    Waylon hesitated but then exined vaguely, “I did something to upset her, and now I’m trying to make it right. I’ve thought of a few things, but I’m worried I might have missed something. I figured I’d ask you.”


    Having seen how Waylon and Evie usually interacted, Madisyn wasn’t shocked by his admission, and neither was Andrew.


    They both shared what they knew. Then, Madisyn said, “We’ve told you everything we know. Evie’s innocent and charming. If you show her your sincerity, I’m sure she’ll forgive you. But please, from now on, don’t pick on her. Even if you’re joking, respect her boundaries. Girls are different from boys—they’re sensitive.”


    “Okay, I understand.”


    Waylon felt a pang of guilt. After hanging up the phone, he leaned back in his chair, staring at the “pursuit n” spread across his desk. It was a mixture of neatly written notes, sketches, and bullet points, meticulously nned down to the smallest detail. He intended to start putting it into action the following day.


    In her study, Madisyn pursed her lips, deep in thought.


    “I wonder what Waylon did. But hopefully, he learns from his mistakes this time.”


    Andrew took Madisyn’s hand and gently pulled her to sit beside him. He spokefortingly, “Waylon is your brother, but he’s an adult now. He should know what he’s doing. Stop worrying about him, okay? You’ve been staring at your investments for over an hour. Aren’t you tired?”


    Madisyn shook her head.


    “I’m fine.”


    She didn’t feel tired at all. As she spoke, she picked up herptop, nestled closer to Andrew, and turned the screen toward him. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she showed him her achievements for the day.


    “My ranking has reached fifteen. Next, I’m nning to…”


    Madisyn was about to tell Andrew her ns for the next phase when a window suddenly shed on the screen.


    “Oh, is it a new message?”


    She paused, turned her attention to the screen, and clicked on the window, thinking it was a message from one of her partners. But to her surprise, it was a friend request.


    “Lilian?” Madisyn eximed in surprise. She epted the request, eager to see why this rising star in the investment world suddenly wanted to connect with her. Initially, Madisyn had felt some appreciation and expectations toward Lilian. However, one sentence from Lilian instantly changed her view, transforming Lilian from someone she wanted to connect with into a rival she had to ovee.


    Lilian’s message read, “Mr. J, I’m not sure if it’s appropriate to call you that. Actually, I’ve been following you for a while now. Your sess in leveraging limited resources to build your current portfolio is incredibly impressive. However, you must still be a student, right? It’s a pity that only the top ten on the NCI list are of real value. I’m afraid the valuation of the shares in your hands won’t exceed those ahead of you. So, I have a proposal that you might consider. I hope you’ll find time to look into it. I look forward to your reply.”


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