Having secured Mr. Harth's cooperation, Mira breathed a sigh of relief.
She had to bring her laptop to school the next day to execute the trades, which meant she desperately needed him to provide her with a quiet space.
The mobile trading apps of this era were completely unreliable.
Mira then turned her gaze to Rachel and her two bodyguards. "What about you three? Want in?"
She had already helped her subordinates and friends; it made no sense to leave out the people closest to her.
Rachel smiled warmly. "Mira, I trust you.
I've got two hundred thousand saved up. Even if it goes under, as long as you're here, my son and I will never go hungry."
"Alright, I'll take the gamble for you."
The Iron Wolves exchanged a quick glance. "We trust Miss Mercer's judgment. We'll put in a million dollars each, and we'd be honored if you traded on our behalf.
If we lose it, we lose it. No regrets."
These martial artists were remarkably straightforward and fiercely loyal.
Besides, whether the stock soared or tanked was entirely transparent. A quick search online would reveal the truth; there was no way to fake the numbers.
"Done."
Now, everyone in her inner circle, including Celine and Liora, had entrusted their capital to her.
With the financial logistics settled, Mira immediately dove into her studies. It was already seven-twenty, and she had wasted a bit of time.
But if she focused, she could still hit her goals.
Mira finished most of her daily assignments at school, so her evenings were strictly for previewing new material.
At exactly nine o'clock, she packed up her books and got ready for bed, only to receive a call from Lenny Forbes, the man running surveillance.
"Miss Mercer, Fiona Quinn has visited Mara Mercer twice in a row.
She dropped off a lot of supplies each time, chatted for a bit, and then left."
"Fiona Quinn?"
The name didn't ring a bell for Mira.
"She's Adrian Mercer's secretary."
However, she deliberately left her most trusted assistant, Fiona, by Adrian's side.
First, she was an incredibly capable assistant. But more importantly, she served as Lacey's eyes and ears regarding Adrian and the company.
It wasn't that Lacey distrusted her husband; she just didn't trust human nature.
Growing up in a powerful family, she had seen too much.
Wealthy, powerful men simply had far too many temptations and opportunities.
...
Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Mira asked Lenny, "Did anything seem off?"
In Mira's memories, Fiona had never interacted with the Mercer siblings, let alone formed any emotional attachments to them.
Given how deeply Lacey loved Mara, if she wanted to visit the detention center, she wouldn't send a proxy.
If it was Adrian's order, sending one of the sons or Lacey would be much more appropriate than dispatching a secretary.
"That's exactly why I'm reporting this. Both times Fiona went, she was dressed completely out of character.

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