Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1237

A massive wave of fundraising swept across the entire nation.

Because the campaign was entirely transparent, the public knew Mira's team had already raised trillions of dollars. Hearing that she was now leveraging her personal real estate ignited an unprecedented inferno of patriotism.

Savvy citizens understood that Mira was commanding this financial war on behalf of the country.

If the chief architect of the operation was willing to lay her entire fortune on the line, what did they have to fear?

Was she afraid of losing? No—it proved Mira had absolute, unwavering confidence in their victory.

If they managed to drain even a fraction of the foreign capital, Mavaria would secure a monumental triumph. Under that scenario, their investments would return doubled, and they'd earn a pristine reputation to boot.

And if they lost? They considered it a donation to the homeland. Their loyalty ran that deep.

Just as Mira had predicted, the country would never let its people starve.

On the fourth day, the moment the market opened, the daily K-line charted a suicidal upward spike, instantly hitting the maximum limit.

The team exchanged knowing glances, triumphant smiles curling on their lips. "We get to save our capital today."

Witnessing the violent market shift, Wesley Langdon couldn't help but scoff. "These Wall Street psychos are out of their minds. When they hold back, they don't drop a single dime. But the second they get hot-headed, they charge blindly off a cliff."

Owen Lance chimed in, "It's likely more than just the consortiums. Retail investors worldwide are getting swept up in the frenzy."

Mira turned to Dominic. "Leak a statement to the media. Claim that the capital we injected today was double yesterday's amount."

One of the analysts chuckled. "Miss Mercer, you're stealing the enemy's credit to bolster our own image."

"Of course," Mira smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Only a fool leaves good credit on the table."

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