Chapter 1417 The Angel Investor


    The trading tform was swarmed with people, staring at the screen, given that the market just closed. Traders were actively managing their portfolios, and financialpany staff provided detailed exnations to them.


    Of course, the real heavyweights in the stock market were those who traded from their ownputers and analyzed charts from their offices.


    Here at the trading tform, they were mostly newbies to the field or retirees whose children were grown and didn’t have grandchildren to look after. These retirees often take a stroll through the trading tform after their shopping before heading home.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    One should never underestimate these retirees. Many carried ssic Louis Vuitton pieces. After all, retirement pensions were notably higher in Hawfordpared to other regions.


    Wynter chose this time to visit specifically to encounter them.


    Outside the trading tform, many people’s attention was diverted as the sports car pulled up.


    The elderly, who were both knowledgeable and cultured, were not easily swayed bymon distractions.


    However, both Wynter and Dalton’s presence was too striking to ignore. With the limited–edition Lamborghini and Dalton impably dressed in a suit, it was impossible not to notice them.


    Originally engrossed in studying the stock market, the elderly now looked up with bright eyes.


    Wynter held her ethereal beauty andmanding presence, and Dalton was the perfect definition of refinement and restraint. This perfect match was a sight unlike anything seen in Hawford.


    “Hey, Finn, look at that watch on the guy’s wrist. It must be worth six figures, right?”


    “Not just six, but seven.”


    “He’s definitely a major investor.”


    “Why is a major investor at the trading tform?”


    The elderly men were so engrossed in their gossip that they hadpletely forgotten about their previous stock market analysis.


    The elderly women were more focused on appearances, noting the well–tailored suits. “This person must have a good background. The suit is custom–made.”


    “Look who’s talking. Your dress is custom–made, too.”


    Someone chimed in, “Who doesn’t know that Ms. Sackett is wealthy?”


    “Don’t tter me. I’m just pointing out that this kind of presence is usually only seen with foreign investors.


    Bethany Sackett, though old, had a sharp eye for such things.


    Additionally, Wynter was not subtle at all. Perhaps inspired by her recent interaction with Dalton, she decided not to use her car for the transaction. Instead, she brought out a briefcase full of cash from the trunk and ced it right in front of the trader.


    “Fill up this form for me. Havenia stocks, gold, paid in cash,” Wynter instructed with a professional tone.


    The elderly men and women eavesdropped on them. With Dalton standing behind her, the entire scene gave off the energy of the mysterious angel investor.


    Although Wynter was indeed the angel investor, people instinctively perceived Dalton as the true, enigmatic expert hiding in the shadows.


    “Look at the briefcase full of cash! It should be at least this much!” one of the elderly men eximed, holding up five fingers.


    Another elderly man adjusted his sses. “It’s odd to use cash for transactions. Isn’t it faster to open an online ount to trade?”


    “Maybe they were in too much of a rush. That’s why they came here.”


    “Forget about that. You probably wouldn’t be able to get this much cash in time even if you withdrew it from the bank at thest minute.”


    “So, there must be some insider information here!”


    The elderly were the most convinced by the idea of insider information.