The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 823

As luck would have it, the movie had only started twenty minutes ago, meaning they’d basically get a free viewing.

Still, Ivy cupped her hand over her mouth and whispered to her friend, “This one doesn't count. I'm still going to see it again—and again—to contribute to the box office.”

Katrina nodded vigorously. “Me too.”

The film’s impact lingered. That night, Ivy told Jamison all about it, and they made a plan to see it together soon.

But beyond her fascination with the movie, Ivy also smelled a massive business opportunity.

She sensed the film was on track to become a cultural phenomenon, a global blockbuster that would make history. That same night, she called Edmond Shaw to lay out her idea.

Edmond listened to her analysis and agreed it made sense.

However, when she presented her proposal at the morning meeting after the holiday break, her colleagues unanimously shot it down.

“The reason is simple: the slump in the film industry isn't over. In fact, it’s getting worse. Investing heavily in film stocks right now is just reckless,” said one of her colleagues from the Proprietary Trading Division. Even some of the senior executives were against it.

Ivy grew anxious. If they missed this window, buying in later would be difficult, and they might even get stuck buying at the peak, leading to heavy losses.

She didn't bother arguing with them and simply looked at Edmond.

Edmond, who had always trusted her instincts, overruled the dissenters. He personally came down to the Trading Division and ordered them to invest heavily and quickly in the film stock Ivy had identified.

While the institutions were buying up shares, Sophia, Jay, and the others in the “Stonks Only Go Up” group were also busy making moves.

Ivy had tipped them off the night before.

She had even ordered her husband to invest all his available cash.

The result was predictable. On the first trading day after the holidays, the stock soared, climbing relentlessly until it hit its daily limit.

It was the same story for the next several trading days.

Many who had hesitated were left behind, unable to buy in and forced to watch from the sidelines as others raked in profits.

For those who had bought in, it felt like they were on a high, checking their stock charts daily and making money in their sleep.

This collective euphoria lasted for a half-month without any signs of slowing down.

Ivy sighed again. “When everyone knows a place is an easy way to make money, it means the easy money is almost gone. You can’t wait for the risk to hit before you run. By then, it’ll be too late.”

“Alright, I’ll listen to you.” Jamison had always been a terrible stock picker, a walking disaster in the market, so he knew better than to argue.

After reminding everyone in the “Stonks Only Go Up” group as well, Ivy yawned, feeling sleepy.

“Let’s go to bed. You have work tomorrow,” Jamison said, helping her up to head to their room.

She didn’t feel like walking. She raised her arms, a playful smile on her face. “I’m so tired. I don’t want to walk. Carry me on your back.”

“A piggyback ride is so uncomfortable. A princess carry suits you much better.” Dr. Ludwig chuckled, gently tapping her nose before bending his tall frame to scoop her up.

Ivy nestled into his arms, her head bobbing slightly with his steps.

Just as they neared the master bedroom, she suddenly remembered something. “By the way, have you gotten that physical yet? You work at the hospital; it should be simple. Why do you keep putting it off?”

Jamison sighed and explained gently, “It’s just been so busy since the new year started. My surgery schedule is packed every day. I barely have time to eat or drink.”