Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1094

James thought to himself: Is this old friend of mine actually trying to recruit me as an informant? You know what... this might actually play out beautifully.

"I do know them," he answered immediately.

"Then do me a favor and keep an eye out. The second you spot them, report back to me.

Don't worry, I'll pay you handsomely for your trouble."

"Really? That's incredible! You have my word, I'll watch them like a hawk.

I won't let a single thing slip past me here at the WN Exchange."

Thoroughly enjoying the charade, James even plastered a fawning, sycophantic smile on his face.

Jason pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and shoved it into James's hand. "Consider this a down payment. If you bring me actionable intelligence, there will be a much larger bonus waiting for you."

"Thank you so much!"

James gasped, perfectly feigning overwhelming gratitude. He knew exactly how people usually reacted when he handed out generous tips.

Satisfied, Jason turned and led his entourage away.

The moment they were back in the car, James doubled over, laughing until he was breathless. "Hahaha! I never thought I'd see the day I became someone else's spy!

Hahaha! I actually made a hundred bucks today! I can't wait to tell my Mavarian friends about this.

I'm going to frame this hundred-dollar bill as a souvenir. One day, I'll show it to Jason and watch his face melt! Hahaha..."

When James and his crew returned to the hotel entrance, Gene hurried over to intercept them once again. "Back so soon? Didn't go so well, did it?

I told you, you're out of your depth here. Don't wander around aimlessly! See what happens when you don't listen to me?"

"Hurry up and fire them. They're so damn annoying."

James muttered to his assistant, pointing at Gene and his cousin.

Gene froze. "Fire... fire us?! Who the hell do you think you are? You're just a bunch of Mavarian hicks! You think you can get us fired? Keep dreaming!"

The assistant quickly intervened, lowering his voice. "Sir, you're still in your disguise. We can't fire them now without blowing your cover. We can't let them know you're the owner."

Hank asked playfully.

"Getting back at him will be the easy part!

Once we've pocketed our billions, you guys can peel off your masks. Then I'll 'report' your true identities to him, collect my paycheck, and walk away a richer man! Hahaha..."

"You better make sure you stay out of sight when that happens, or they'll hate your guts for the rest of their lives."

Hank chuckled.

"Let's not celebrate just yet. The money isn't ours until it's sitting safely in our accounts."

Mira reminded everyone, grounding them.

The next day, a group of Westerners strode into the WN Exchange. If anyone looked closely, they might have noticed a small group of Easterners—James and his team—trailing inconspicuously behind them.

Booting up the monitors, the weekly charts for the Siamese Baht clearly showed a sharp downward trend that had begun the previous day. A quick scan of the trading systems revealed the truth: the J Syndicate had entered the fray. The H Syndicate had entered. The G Syndicate had entered...

It meant that, outside of James, the three largest international financial syndicates in the world were already making their moves, though their initial capital injections were still relatively conservative.