Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1108

At his command, the assistant's fingers flew across the keyboard, flooding the market with another massive injection of capital.

The daily charts finally stopped their aggressive climb, settling into a barely perceptible upward tick. The titans breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Sitting in the retail investor section, Vivienne Voss also let out a shaky breath. The billion dollars she was currently playing with had only been secured after her father convened an emergency shareholder meeting.

To get it, he had staked the vast majority of his personal assets.

If this failed, not only would their standing in the Voss Group evaporate, but her position within the family would plummet to the absolute bottom.

When the afternoon session opened, the Siamese Baht remained stable. The short-sellers practically prayed to their screens, chanting under their breath, "Drop, drop, just drop already!"

The morning's aggressive capital injection from the syndicates had been their final bullet.

If the charts ticked up again, they would be forced to cut their losses. And this wouldn't be a simple trim to save the bulk of their investments.

It would be like amputating a torso just to save a foot.

But if they refused to sell, they would face margin calls that would drag their entire empires under.

It wasn't that they were completely out of money. It came down to protocol—the ironclad rules they had hammered out over decades in the financial trenches.

Even if they took a hit here, living to fight another day meant they could always orchestrate a comeback.

True Wall Street predators diversified their assets across countless viable targets; the returns were simply a game of probabilities.

As for the actual trading, they had armies of elite brokers for that. What self-respecting titan didn't?

They only personally oversaw operations of this magnitude—shorting an entire nation's economy.

They wouldn't go down easily.

Mira never intended to bankrupt them completely. For one, she simply didn't have the capital to bury them. Her goal was to exploit the gap, skim a massive fortune off the top, and walk away.

Throughout the day, the Siamese Baht's exchange rate remained steady, though a slight uptick in the late afternoon sent the short-sellers' heart rates spiking once more.

Half an hour later, the daily chart hadn't dipped; it was aggressively surging.

Jason decisively pulled out. Left with no other choice, the rest of the room followed suit, scrambling to cover their shorts.

This triggered a massive chain reaction. The Siamese Baht skyrocketed until it hit the daily trading limit.

Their frantic final maneuvers allowed the titans to salvage whatever scraps remained.

A crippling loss of this scale was something they hadn't tasted since the current economic crisis kicked off over half a year ago. It left them reeling.

They had barely recovered, and now this latest venture was a catastrophic failure.

It drained them mentally and financially, leaving their portfolios in tatters.

How they missed the golden years when they were truly invincible.