Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1116

Still, Ethan felt a surge of joy. A partnership was a step forward, even if it was strictly business.

"Mira, set aside a larger stake for me. I'll start pooling my funds immediately,"

Harvey said.

"Can I buy shares too?" Wesley chimed in.

"You can, but I'm launching an international bank, which requires massive capital. If you're buying shares in the headquarters, your money won't get you a large percentage."

"That's fine, I'll take whatever I can get."

"My mentor, my senior, and I will hold over fifty-one percent. We plan to reserve ten percent for James. Once the financial audits are complete, I'll send everyone the exact details.

I also want to bring Jude Vance on board. When it comes to international operations, our current network and technological resources fall far short."

"Mira, I'll only take a fraction of my earnings back home this time. You can dump the rest straight into shares."

"Let's iron out the details when we get back,"

Owen advised.

"The shareholders will mostly consist of everyone here. If you come across any top-tier talent in this field, do your best to poach them for us."

"It's getting late. We should head back,"

Ethan suggested.

"Ugh, I really don't want to leave. I could sleep on this park bench tonight and just chill here for days,"

Wesley whined, refusing to budge.

"The market opens tomorrow. Are you sure you're not coming back?"

Hank teased deliberately.

"I don't care if it opens. I'm done slaving away for Harvey,"

Wesley mumbled lazily.

"Fine, quit then. You think I can't execute the trades myself?"

Harvey shot him an annoyed glare.

The group spent two glorious days exploring the city. On the third day, they were itching to head out again, but James quickly shut it down.

"Don't get too comfortable and forget why we're here. Focus on the work now. Once we rake in the profits, I'll treat you all to a grand tour of the entire Javenaire Federation."

"Look at you, learning how to blackmail people!"

"I learned from you Mavarians."

Truth be told, James had picked up that specific insult from Hank the night before.

He absorbed vocabulary like a toddler—completely deaf to proper phrasing, but a sponge for swear words and insults.

Jokes aside, James was right; it was time to lock in. The heavy hitters were about to enter the fray, demanding their undivided attention on the market trends.

Multiple intelligence channels confirmed that the major syndicates were mobilizing massive amounts of capital.

That afternoon, James reverted to his usual appearance at the airport. The car sent to pick him up sped straight toward Wall Street, taking him directly to his influential syndicate friends.

"James! You're finally back!"

"Where have you been parking your money lately?"

"Spit it out. Were you the one pulling the rug out from under us a while back?"

The moment James stepped through the exchange doors, his old colleagues swarmed him, bombarding him with questions.