As the drug synthesis neared completion, Mira pondered whether she should play dumb and formally acknowledge him as her master again. After all, Jordan had been a profoundly important mentor to her in her past life.
But upon further reflection, she decided to let fate take the wheel.
Jordan was incredibly stubborn and naturally suspicious; if she pushed too hard, he would think she had an ulterior motive.
If he ever faced hardship in his old age, Mira would simply step in and help him from the shadows.
A week later, the massive shipment of tactical drugs was handed over to the authorities, accompanied by a silent prayer that the compounds would reduce the casualties among the soldiers.
Now, it was time for Ethan and Mira to head to Wall Street. This time, the siblings had liquidated eight trillion Mavarian Dollars of their own capital, and Dominic had helped them secure an additional two trillion loan, bringing their war chest to ten trillion.
Normally, the government would never approve such a colossal loan, but the Mercer siblings possessed a flawless reputation.
Upon hearing that they needed capital, numerous allied banks, bolstered by the Secretary of Finance's personal guarantee, rushed to offer their support.
Their reasoning was simple: "If you're eating steak, you have to let us brothers have some of the broth."
In the midst of a global financial crisis, making money was notoriously difficult.
Banks usually restricted personal loans out of fear of defaults. But Ethan and Mira had impeccable credit and zero negative history. Whenever they deployed capital, they generated astronomical returns.
Even if they somehow took a loss, their mere existence guaranteed the debt would be repaid.
Mira turned to Ethan. "Since everyone is so eager to lend to us, we might as well take more."
When going to war in foreign markets, one could never have too much ammunition.
Just before their departure, the siblings secured another five trillion from several major banks.
Even Dominic and Owen were wide-eyed. "You actually borrowed seven trillion!"
The interest rate the siblings offered the banks was a staggering two percent per month, with a one-month minimum. That meant even if they repaid the loan in under thirty days, they still owed a full month's interest—otherwise, the banks wouldn't have taken the risk.
A month's interest on seven trillion was an unfathomable one hundred and forty billion.



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