Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 842

"Fact is, my lady's every call was flawlessly timed," Owen boasted.

"Don't even start, man, I'm already turning green with envy."

By this point, after deducting personal income tax and necessary fees, their initial capital had skyrocketed fifty-fold, leaving everyone ecstatic.

Owen addressed the group. "Listen up, everyone. The exact numbers we pulled in here stay strictly confidential."

They couldn't let the adrenaline get to their heads and start bragging to their friends back home.

There was no shortage of people who hated the wealthy, and even more who festered with bitter jealousy. They needed to watch their backs.

"Exactly, that's what I was going to say. Keep your wealth under the radar. Once we head back, everyone keep your mouths shut."

They hadn't checked out of their VIP suite at the exchange yet. Feeling completely liberated, they wanted to stick around for a few more days to observe the market trends and see what kind of fallout was coming.

Mira turned to Harvey Rivers. "If we keep delaying like this, I'm afraid we can kiss our final exam scholarships goodbye."

Grandma Eleanor was still waiting to use her scholarship money to fund her card games.

"As long as I pass, I couldn't care less about the scholarship," Harvey replied, having completely shifted his priorities.

Mira knew it—the guy was still riding the high.

Wesley agreed. "We can always cram for our classes when we get back. But an opportunity like this? It might never happen again."

Meanwhile, in another exchange, the big shot syndicate bosses caught wind of Mira's group and scoffed. "Idiots. Pulling out so early? A volatile market is where the real money is made."

As of right now, they had already raked in massive profits themselves.

The next day was the start of the weekend, and the group took the chance to tour the city for two full days.

By Monday, everyone was stationed at a laptop. The bosses handed out twenty thousand dollars to each of them—pure play money, theirs to lose without consequence. Now they were truly letting loose.

They all picked up a few shares of Fidelity Trust stock and Loomis & Marlowe stock they had previously cleared out, just to test the waters and track the upcoming trends.

The Javenaire Federation's policy finally dropped on Tuesday. As expected, there was no bailout for Atlantic National Bank, perfectly mirroring the past. The century-old financial institution officially declared bankruptcy.

Hank and the others broke into a cold sweat. "You're a genius, Mira. If we hadn't pulled out early, how much would we have lost?"

The ones truly destroyed were the retail investors. They lacked capital, had zero technique, but possessed reckless courage. They often lost everything down to their last dime.

"Someone jumped!" While Mira and the team were observing the chaos, a sudden scream tore through the air.

She glanced over her shoulder at the group. "Let's go take a look."

It would serve as a grim reality check and a harsh lesson.

Owen nodded. "Alright."

The site of the jumper wasn't within the immediate Wall Street boundaries. The exchanges here were ruthlessly efficient at tossing out anyone who went bust.

Instead, an entertainment venue about a mile away had become the dumping ground for people to unleash their despair.

As Mira and the group drove over, the sickening metallic scent of blood hit them from a distance.

Upon getting closer, the scene was a nightmare—blood pooled across the pavement, surrounding a mangled pile of bodies that were too gruesome to even look at.