Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1223

Hearing those two words, the conference room erupted into cheers.

"Hell yes! We did it again!"

"Oh my god, I can't wait!"

It felt as if their ultimate victory was already within reach.

In their minds, the exhilarating memory of crushing the Southeast Asian markets resurfaced.

They had spent an entire month partying, drowning in the intoxicating glamor of high-end clubs.

Their celebration wasn't just about the massive influx of cash. It was the thrill of a successful market ambush, the ruthless high of stripping an economy to the bone, and the cruel satisfaction of total domination.

The countries they targeted were plunged into crippling recessions. The citizens there would spend the rest of their lives working endless overtime, stripped of their usual rhythm and joy, reduced to nothing more than mindless corporate cogs.

No, it was worse than being a cog. It was agonizing.

The more capital rejoiced, the more these financial predators celebrated, the deeper the suffering of the people in those targeted nations.

But these ruthless titans thrived on that suffering. In their eyes, the citizens of developing economies deserved to struggle.

It just fueled their drive to rake in more billions, leaving the working class to bear the painful brunt of the fallout.

They had pulled twenty trillion from the European markets. In Southeast Asia, fifty trillion.

What did that even mean? It was already double the financial losses those regions suffered during the Second World War.

And that didn't even account for the massive profits raked in by their loyal followers.

The meeting carried on. On the podium, Jason Croft, dressed in a pristine tailored suit, continued his address.

"We successfully crushed Southeast Asia, and we will do the exact same to the Mavarian economy. The future of global finance belongs to us."

Another wave of deafening applause swept through the audience.

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