Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1225

"Mira, I want to infiltrate Croft Capital and go undercover for Mavaria."

"But aren't you a Javenaire citizen?"

"Miss Mercer, you're probably wondering why a Javenaire citizen would still care about Mavaria.

Let me be clear. My roots are in Mavaria. We will always be Mavarians. The only reason my family took up citizenship overseas was to make international business easier. That's it.

None of that changes our loyalty to our homeland.

Plus, with my green card, Jason and his people are far more likely to trust me."

"Alright. Once we pull off this counterattack, I'll make sure the authorities officially recognize your contribution."

"No need. I'm just doing what's right for my conscience and my family.

Also, I've pooled a massive amount of capital on my end. I'll transfer it to you to help reinforce the Mavarian market."

Mira genuinely hadn't expected this level of conviction from Jude.

"Thank you, on behalf of our country."

Mira had barely hung up with Jude when James called back.

"My dear Mira, I have critical intel for you.

Jason's consortium isn't just attacking the currency exchange. They're making massive bets against your stock market too. It's a full-scale siege on Mavaria.

Beyond that, they're shorting Mavaria across other Eastern markets as well.

It's a multi-dimensional strike. The scale and complexity are far beyond what they did in Southeast Asia.

Watch your domestic market closely."

"These international vultures are absolute scum," Owen cursed under his breath upon hearing James's warning.

The two of them fell into deep, heavy silence.

Right then, Dominic West called. "Pack your bags. Report to the team tomorrow morning."

The 'team', of course, was the emergency financial defense task force assembled by the state to combat the foreign short sellers.

"But I'm only a junior at Aethelgard. I've only formally studied finance for two years."

"Practical results are the only currency that matters. You could read every textbook in the world, but if you can't execute in the trenches, it's useless.

Stop looking for excuses. The captain's chair is yours. If there are any gaps in your theoretical knowledge, the veterans can fill them in for you.

Oh, and your professor, Dean Henderson, is on the roster too."

"What about Owen?"

"Owen? He's only fit to be your assistant."

"Dominic, you've got a death wish!"

Sitting beside her, Owen's temper flared instantly.

"Alright, alright. Not 'only fit,' but 'privileged.' You have the privilege of being Mira's assistant.

My language arts classes were taught by my math teacher when I was a kid. We've been buddies for years, you know I use the wrong words sometimes."