Chapter 1487 The Wrays' Downfall
It became especially clear that Kenton was truly malevolent when his eyes turned cold and fixated on Yvette.
Yvette was thrust in front of Kenton. She involuntarily trembled upon seeing his grotesque expression. "M-Mr. Wray, listen to me. This stock market fluctuation was purely accidental.
"The information I provided was real, but I don't know why it turned out like this. Please give me another chance to make amends!"
Just as she finished her pleas, Kenton slapped her hard across the face. "Another chance? If I give you another chance, who will give me another chance?"
Five distinct finger marks appeared on Yvette's face, the pain causing her to cry out in pain.
Kenton showed no hint of mercy as he tightened his grip around her throat. "What did I tell you? I can make your life worse than death if your calculations are wrong! I've poured all my money into this! Do you think you can run away? Try it!"
A suffocating sensation surged within her, making it difficult for Yvette to breathe. After struggling for what felt like an eternity, Kenton finally released his grip, allowing her to gasp for air.
Once she steadied herself, she said, "Mr. Wray, I never intended to run away. I truly believed that the three stocks you invested in would soar. Perhaps the time hasn't come yet."
That was Yvette's speculation. However, with her limited understanding, she couldn't fathom the myriad of factors influencing the stock market.
She only saw the result but was blind to the processes and elements that led to such an outcome. She didn't even feel anything as she witnessed the amount of people lining up at gold stores in the malls.
She reached out to grab Kenton's pants. "Mr. Wray, please listen to me. It must be a matter of time. Just wait a little longer."
Kenton's fists were clenched tightly. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked down at the crowds lingering below, all of them desperate for their money. At that moment, it seemed like waiting was the only option left for him.
A professional beside him couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Wray, although there are few stocks left to liquidate, the current stock market is not looking optimistic. I recommend that you clear out your holdings today."
"Clear out my holdings?" Kenton was furious. "Do you know how much I'll lose if I do that now?"
It was over six billion. After deducting the processing fees, he might only get back 60 million at most, which wasn't nearly enough for a company like his!
Nicholas Lyte, a manager, spoke softly, "At the very least, we'll have 60 million to cover the employees' salaries."
Employees who were still on the job were needed for a company to continue running.
"Salaries?" Kenton sneered. "What's the big deal if I don't pay you guys for a month? And I'm not saying I won't pay you. It's just that we've run out of liquid funds.
"Wray Group is enormous and still has countless fixed assets and money circulation outside. Why are you people so anxious?"
Hearing this, Nicholas' heart sank, feeling a wave of despair wash over him. His hands trembled in frustration.
Those who worked alongside Kenton knew he wasn't a good employer. It was just that, for years, Wray Group had been thriving. Its immense profits had managed to overshadow Kenton's flaws, including his ruthless nature.
The fact that Kenton was unwilling to pay even the employees' salaries and was considering delaying payments indicated that the company was not far from its downfall.
Nicholas placed his work badge on the desk, resigning himself to the fact that he was now jobless. Yet, those idle wastrels from Kenton's faction were still contemplating stirring up trouble, each bombarding him with questions.
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