Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1311

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After persuading Julian, the three siblings and their respective bodyguards set their sights straight on Wall Street.

Upon checking into The Larsen Grand, Ethan turned to Mira. "Should we try reaching out to James Barlow?"

"Ethan, the only reason we managed to connect with James in our past life was because our venture had already succeeded," she explained. "My trading skills caught his eye.

"Right now, we're just nobodies. An international titan like James wouldn't look twice at us."

To befriend the world's elite, one had to either be an elite themselves or possess a quality they highly valued.

"My mistake," he admitted.

Mira smiled. "You're not mistaken. You just slipped back into your past-life mindset."

Over twenty days of relentless trading, the duo turned their initial three hundred million dollars into three billion—roughly equivalent to twenty billion Mavarian Dollars. Ten days later, that staggering figure doubled again to a massive forty billion Mavarian Dollars.

It was a wildly lucrative haul.

Julian, who had tagged along, watched them in absolute awe. "Ethan, Mira, your assets are multiplying faster than a printing press.

"I'm done with racing. I want to learn how to trade stocks from you two."

Ethan quickly shot the idea down. "Give it a rest. Stick to being a race car driver. When we get back, I'll set up The Grand Prix Racing Club for you to manage. Just do what makes you happy.

"Leave the money-making to Mira and me."

There was a silent addendum Ethan kept to himself: it didn't matter if Julian ran the club into the ground or made it a massive success. All that mattered was his happiness.

In this life, Julian had hitched a ride on his siblings' unstoppable wealth train. He would never want for money. As long as he stayed away from gambling and drugs, his path would be smooth.

He would have more money than he could ever spend.

Mira and Ethan's sheer dominance in the stock market stemmed from the masterful skills they had honed in their previous lives, backed by the infallible foresight of their memories.

If Julian, with his straightforward, unfiltered mind, tried his hand at trading, it would be an unmitigated disaster. He would lose the shirt off his back.