Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1233

"Jude, if this crashes and burns, you'll literally be broke."

"Hardly. I still have a salary to fall back on. Trust me, the government won't let us starve."

Later that evening, Jude Vance called Mira directly. "Rumor has it the entire nation is pooling every last cent to artificially prop up the core stocks and hold the line against the international consortiums?"

Jude had voluntarily positioned himself as Mira's inside man.

"The rumor is accurate. If you have the bandwidth, amplify that narrative. Make damn sure those Wall Street elites swallow it whole."

"Understood. Consider it done—they implicitly trust my intel."

When the opening bell rang the following morning, Mira instantly deployed a fraction of their capital, violently driving several crucial stocks up by a massive margin.

However, the aggressive move barely registered a blip in global market sentiment.

"Hold steady. They're still testing the waters; they won't take the bait that easily,"

Owen muttered, his eyes glued to the terminal.

"Do we push again tomorrow?"

Wesley asked, his hands hovering over the keyboard.

"We push."

Mira turned to Dominic. "Alert the PR division. Find a way to leak this to foreign analysts: we are aggressively crowdfunding, and every single dollar we raise is being dumped straight into the market.

Make sure they know a colossal injection of capital is imminent."

The core traders executing these maneuvers were handpicked by Mira. Whether it was Dominic or Wesley, they trusted her instincts blindly.

After the deliberate leak, the market remained stubbornly flat for the entire morning. It wasn't until the afternoon session that a slight upward trend began to materialize.

Ethan scrutinized the erratic candlestick charts. "Are they making their move?"

"Right now, it's just global retail investors trying to ride the wave,"

Owen replied, a deep frown carving into his features.

"So when we pull the plug, are we going to decimate the retail investors too?"

Wesley asked, a flicker of hesitation in his voice.

Despite his undeniable brilliance, he was still a relatively fresh graduate, and the sheer ruthlessness of market slaughter sometimes weighed heavily on his conscience.

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