Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1238

Mira turned back to Dominic. "Dominic, push another narrative. Let it slip that Mavaria has secured a bottomless war chest. For the next ten days, we will systematically inject double the previous day's capital."

"Consider it done."

"And just like last time, ensure the media treats it as classified information officially, but orchestrate a quiet, accidental leak through backdoor channels."

If they broadcasted it as a proud official statement, no one would buy it. The tycoons commanding Wall Street were ruthless, hyper-intelligent predators; they wouldn't fall for blatant propaganda.

"Understood."

"I'm completely sold on you, Miss Mercer. Bold, meticulous, and utterly brilliant. When this is over, I'm working for you."

"Count me in too!"

"I'd love to join the team, assuming Miss Mercer doesn't think I'm too old for the job."

The chorus of eager declarations caught Mira slightly off guard.

Dominic, however, scowled. He glared at the room. "What is this? You are top-tier financial experts, national elites! You're talking like a bunch of street thugs pledging loyalty to a gang boss."

Mira laughed, clearly pleased. "You are all the best minds in the financial sector. I would be thrilled to welcome you to the Solflare Group. If you're willing to make the jump, there will always be a high-level position waiting for you at Solflare National Bank. And as for leading you into battle against international consortiums—there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

The room lit up with excited murmurs. Just as someone opened their mouth to agree, Dominic's glare deepened. "Anyone holding a federal office is strictly forbidden from resigning."

Mr. Ji, the older analyst, cleared his throat. "Commissioner West, I'm just weeks away from mandatory retirement. Surely I can make the transition?"

Dominic let out an exasperated sigh. "Take that up with your department head. Why are you asking me?"

In truth, where they worked after resigning was none of his business. Moving to the Solflare Group still meant they were contributing their formidable talents to the nation's economic dominance.

A heavy silence fell over the bustling exchange. After a moment, one of the senior analysts stepped forward. "Everyone in this room wants to win. No one wants to lose, and that includes the billion citizens standing behind us. But the market is a battlefield, and casualties are a reality. We are fighting for Mavaria. As long as we execute perfectly without making amateur mistakes, a defeat wouldn't fall on your shoulders."

Mira offered a slow, appreciative nod. At the very least, the reassurance eased the crushing weight on her chest.

"Then let's finish this. Victory is ours."

On the seventh day, the market opened to a shocking standstill. The major stocks flatlined, locked in a stagnant stalemate.

Owen narrowed his eyes at the screens. "Looks like even the retail investors have parked themselves on the sidelines."

Mira glanced at Dominic. "How much capital do we have left in reserve?"

"Enough for exactly one more day. Do we need to initiate another fundraising sweep?"