Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1117

"I just flew in from the Balkan Underworld. I haven't even gone home yet—came straight here to see my old pals.

Let's see how your portfolios have been holding up,"

James asked, putting on a flawless act.

He needed them to genuinely believe he had been entirely absent from Wall Street recently.

Otherwise, they would assume he had been lurking in the shadows, actively trading against them. That kind of betrayal would paint a massive target on his back.

Even though he had spoken to Jason Croft earlier, the others were out of the loop, and even Jason might have his suspicions.

After all, the sheer volume of capital Mira and her team had dumped into the market days ago was well beyond the capacity of an average syndicate.

To the Wall Street tycoons, James was the only logical player capable of mobilizing that kind of liquidity.

In their eyes, Mavarian investors were all reckless amateurs like Vivienne Voss—penniless copycats who foolishly gambled everything on a single, doomed trade.

"So, you really weren't on Wall Street lately?"

"Come on, wouldn't you guys know? Don't tell me you didn't have people turning the city upside down looking for me."

"What brings you back this time?"

"To lend my old friends a hand, obviously. We ride this wave together."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course. My funds will clear in a couple of days. If you don't believe me, I'll send you screenshots of my open positions when the time comes."

"Alright, then we stand together."

James let out an internal sigh of relief.

Short one-third."

Naturally, this "one-third" didn't represent a third of their total net worth, but rather a third of the twenty percent they had allocated.

However, given their exponential returns from the previous two massive sweeps, that twenty percent was now equivalent to twenty times their initial seed money.

Simultaneously, Mira instructed Cyrus to notify Jude Vance.

Her team's global influence was still relatively thin, making alliances crucial at this stage.

Once James's assistant executed the trades, he forwarded the screenshots to his old friends.

The grateful replies poured in almost instantly.

"Dear James, with you in the trenches, we are completely unstoppable."