Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1222

"All we can do now is stockpile every cent we can find. When the drop hits, we go all in and defend the national reserve," Owen declared.

He immediately dialed Dominic West, relaying Mira's intelligence so the federal strategy team could adjust their threat assessment.

Mira then contacted her art broker, instructing them to liquidate several pieces from her private collection. In a financial war, capital was ammunition. She needed to load the artillery.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe. Inside a sprawling, opulent boardroom in the heart of Wall Street, the atmosphere was electric.

At the head of the massive table, a polished man with slicked-back brown hair was issuing orders in crisp, authoritative English.

"Commence the next phase. Continue trickling capital into the Mavarian currency markets."

"Do we escalate to heavy injections?" an executive asked from the floor.

The man's predatory gaze swept over the room. "No, keep the volume light. We've already whipped the market sentiment into a frenzy. We maximize our returns with minimal exposure. At this stage, burning through our heavy artillery is entirely unnecessary."

A blonde executive seated to his right smirked. "Brilliant. We bleed them out a thousand paper cuts at a time. I believe the Mavarians have a saying for this... slipping in like the quiet night rain. Or what was the other one?"

Another suit chuckled darkly, leaning forward. "Boiling the frog, gentlemen."

"Exactly! We're slowly boiling the Mavarian frog alive!" The room erupted into roaring laughter.

"They might be incredibly naive, but their idioms are delightfully accurate!"

The boardroom was thick with arrogant amusement.

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