Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1231

"The only upside to that strategy is its simplicity—every dollar acts as a shield, and it prevents catastrophic short-term errors. But the glaring fatal flaw is that we are betting everything on having deeper pockets than them."

Mira paused, her gaze sweeping the room. "Based on my intelligence, it is highly unlikely we can outspend them. Even if over a billion citizens empty their life savings, it still might not be enough to match their liquidity.

Because we aren't just fighting two hundred global financial titans. We are fighting the geopolitical interests backing them. It's as if half the developed world is swooping in to carve us up.

Do you understand the sheer scale of that? You are all renowned experts; I know you see the reality of the math.

Are we truly willing to just hand over our nation's wealth on a silver platter?"

As her words hung in the air, a heavy, suffocating silence blanketed the conference room. Every expert present frowned in deep contemplation.

"I have an alternative strategy," Mira said, her tone softening with respectful diplomacy. "I'd like all of you to review it and tell me if it's viable."

She maintained absolute politeness.

Even though she was the commander of this operation, every single person in that room was older than her. Most were in their forties or fifties—veterans who deserved a degree of deference.

"If you have a masterstroke, Miss Mercer, please share it. We are all ears,"

Dominic West encouraged from the sidelines.

All eyes locked onto Mira.

She turned to Dominic. "Dominic, what I'm about to propose requires absolute secrecy. Is the room fully secured?"

"Hold on, let me run a secondary sweep."

Dominic's fingers flew across his laptop keyboard in a rapid blur. About a minute later, he nodded. "You're clear to speak."

"Leak a narrative," Mira instructed. "Spread the word that Mavaria intends to use its massive foreign exchange reserves, combined with the donated savings of over a billion citizens, to continuously drive up our core stocks."

"Done. I'll get the propaganda machine moving immediately,"

Dominic agreed without a second of hesitation.

One of the experts at the table frowned. "Are we actually going to execute that strategy?"

Mira nodded. "We are. If we're going to set a trap, the bait needs to be real."

"So we just keep pouring money in until our war chest is completely empty?"

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