Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1240

Owen quickly grabbed his friend's arm, stopping him. "Don't. This is a terrifyingly volatile situation intertwined with the nation's entire economy. One misstep, and a billion people will be crying blood."

While the hall roared in celebration, Mira's voice sliced through the chaos, cold and commanding. "Prep the stations. We liquidate first thing tomorrow morning!"

A wave of hesitation rippled through the experts. Drunk on success, someone inevitably voiced the temptation. "Why not observe the opening bell tomorrow? It might keep climbing."

Meeting the sea of hopeful gazes, Mira's expression remained perfectly stoic.

"Did you all conveniently forget the agonizing hour-long plateau this morning? Not a single fluctuation. What exactly do you think that means?"

It meant the enemy had been paralyzed, only taking the bait after Mavaria threw a colossal sum directly into their faces.

She stared down the room. "Can anyone answer me?"

A suffocating silence blanketed the floor. Thirty seconds ticked by before the senior expert finally lowered his head in shame. "It means that the Wall Street predators and the global retail investors have both hit the wall of extreme doubt. We were wrong. The stock market is every bit as lethal as a live war zone, and we are carrying the lives of billions on our backs. If we delay for even a fraction of a second and Jason Croft exits before we do, we will lose everything... Miss Mercer, you are absolutely right. We allowed greed to cloud our judgment."

Everyone in the room was a seasoned veteran. With Mira's sharp reminder, the horrifying reality crashed down on them.

A single error in judgment would obliterate all their sacrifices. The blood, sweat, and treasury reserves of over a billion citizens would instantly be harvested by foreign predators.

That night, the team meticulously calculated the exact volume to offload and the precise target floor for every single core stock after liquidation.

The next morning, the entire task force was locked into position. Every pair of eyes was glued to the monitors. Several senior experts had even downgraded themselves to mere assistants, hovering over the traders' keyboards. The final, heart-stopping climax had arrived.

During the pre-market call auction, they violently dumped their targeted shares. Fortunately, Mavaria's relentless capital injections over the past week had cultivated a ravenous horde of buyers eager to catch the falling knives.

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