The Abandoned Heiress Reborn to Be Cherished (Seraphina) novel Chapter 274

As Rowan opened his mouth to speak, his front teeth loosened, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood along with a few teeth.

“Move aside!”

Suddenly, a man from the back of the crowd surged forward, brandishing a knife as he charged at Rowan. Terror washed over Rowan, his body trembling violently. He screamed, “I’m not the Stock Whiz! The Stock Whiz is someone else. All your money–she was the one controlling it!”

The man grabbed Rowan by the collar and hoisted him up effortlessly. “What did you just say? Speak clearly. If you’re not the Stock Whiz, then who is? Where is our money?”

The crowd was stunned into silence, their anger momentarily giving way to a sliver of hope.

Rowan shrank into himself, his voice timid as he faced the furious mob. “She’s the daughter of the Whitewood Family. She’s the real Stock Whiz. I’m just her puppet. If you want your money, you need to go after her.”

He shamelessly shifted all the blame onto Seraphina. In Rowan’s mind, the wealthy Whitewood Family could easily cough up a hundred million to settle this mess. Besides, he wasn’t lying— Seraphina really was the Stock Whiz.

“Why should we believe you?” someone questioned.

Rowan, eager to save himself, quickly responded, “I’ll call her right here, right now. You can hear it for yourselves.”

“Alright, call her. If you can prove it, we’ll spare you.”

The investors‘ thoughts aligned: chasing down an ordinary man like Rowan was pointless. But if the Whitewood Family’s daughter was involved, they’d stand a much better chance of recovering their losses.

The crowd grew silent as Rowan, under intense scrutiny, shakily dialed Seraphina’s number.

After a few rings, a mechanical voice answered, “The number you dialed is no longer in service. Please check the number and try again.”

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Rowan’s face turned pale, panic spreading across his features. His voice trembled as he stammered, “I—I must have dialed the wrong number. Let me try again.”

He dialed a second time. Again, the cold, automated voice replied, and the tension in the room

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became suffocating.

Under the crowd’s dark, suspicious glares, Rowan was on the verge of tears. “P–Please believe me! It’s true. The daughter of the Whitewood Family–she’s the Stock Whiz. Your money is all with her. I swear I don’t have a dime!”

Internally, Rowan kept repeating to himself, This is all Seraphina’s fault. It has nothing to do with

me!

“Proof? We need proof,” someone demanded.

The investors desperately wanted to believe that the Whitewood Group’s heiress was involved. If it were true, they might actually recover their money. But without evidence, storming the Whitewood residence would be futile.

Rowan scrambled for an idea. “I have proof! I’m the proof. I can testify. Your money is all in her pockets.”

The investors fell into a tense silence, broken only by a rotund middle–aged man who finally spoke up. “I suspect the Whitewood Family used our money for their investments. They must’ve teamed up with this fraud to swindle all of us!”

Another voice quickly chimed in, “That’s right! The Whitewood Family took our money. We need to go to them to get it back.”

The crowd quickly regained its anger, rallying behind the idea.

“Let’s go to the Whitewood Family!”

“Demand our money back!”

The group marched in unison, dragging Rowan along as they headed for Whitewood Residence.

Amidst the chaos, the middle–aged couple from earlier followed quietly at the back of the crowd. The woman whispered to her husband, “That fraud said it was the Whitewood Family, and now everyone believes it without any proof. It doesn’t add up.”