Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1097

Subsequently, the titans injected more capital, forcing the daily chart to crawl downward once more.

On the seventh day, the Siamese Baht continued to fall.

Mira issued her command: "Enter the market. Go long."

"Go... go long?"

James couldn't believe his ears. "The daily chart is still dropping."

"I know, but they can't hold out much longer."

By now, the market sentiment was entirely driven by panic.

Every retail investor shared James's perspective, convinced the Baht would plummet further, leading to a frenzy of short selling.

This was exactly what the global syndicates wanted.

"Why? They still have half their capital sitting idle."

James stubbornly held his ground.

"Even if they dump it all in, they won't stop the upward surge."

Mira stated confidently.

"Why not?"

"I'll explain it to you later."

Tomorrow, the Siamese government would announce a massive interest rate hike, followed by a barrage of policies designed to halt the currency's freefall.

The relentless depreciation was already inflicting catastrophic damage on their domestic economy.

Import costs were soaring, foreign debt burdens were crushing, capital flight was accelerating, imported inflation was mounting, and their international credit risk was skyrocketing.

If left unchecked, Siam's internal economy would face total collapse.

Therefore, the international capital's first wave of attacks was destined to fail.

Originally, Mira hadn't planned on capitalizing on this specific wave. The deadlock between the global syndicates and the Siamese government meant the market could flip at any second.

It was incredibly dangerous with relatively low profit margins.

But after James suggested it, she realized there was still money to be made during the days the titans suppressed the market, prompting her decision to step in.

After their previous Wall Street campaign, Hank, Wesley, and the others absolutely worshiped the ground Mira walked on. James, however, was a newcomer and struggled to comprehend her unorthodox methods.

Later, Mira turned to address James. "We are investing astronomical sums. A single misstep could wipe out a year—or even several years—of our corporation's hard work.

That's the reality for us, and I imagine it's no different for your syndicate.

You know as well as I do that in the stock market, profits aren't real until the cash is in your hand.

Even though we each bear our own risks, since you've chosen to follow my lead, I will do everything in my power to ensure everyone walks away richer."

Mira took the time to explain her reasoning with such patience because she actively wanted to win over this international financial mogul. He was the vital stepping stone she needed for Solflare National Bank.