Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 265

Mira knew instantly that the other massive hedge funds had entered the bloodbath. Two minutes later, Porter's stock crashed straight into the daily limit down. Trading was frozen.

It wasn't even 9:40 AM.

Retail investors wouldn't have even had time to log in before the floor fell out.

"Master, Porter's stock just plummeted," Mira announced.

"That fast? Did our money get in before the crash?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. So, if we close our position tomorrow morning, we walk away with a fortune, right?"

"Exactly." Master Ellis had never traded stocks in his life, but after listening to Mira and Owen, he understood the brutal mechanics of shorting.

"Alright, playtime is over," Master Ellis commanded. "Time for your exam."

Over at the Porter Entertainment headquarters, the atmosphere was apocalyptic.

The PR department hadn't slept. They frantically deleted comments, deployed armies of bots to argue in the forums, and released statement after statement reiterating that Alvin had acted alone.

But the internet wasn't buying it. The corporate defense was completely drowned out by a tsunami of public mockery and rage.

It was infuriating. They had weathered PR disasters before, and usually, throwing enough money at the problem made it go away. The public had a short memory and easily followed the loudest narrative.

So why was this fire burning so hot? Someone with incredibly deep pockets was aggressively fanning the flames.

Shane's fists were clenched tight enough to turn his knuckles white. If he found out who was kicking his company while it was down, he would bury them.

His dark thoughts were interrupted by his assistant's trembling voice.

"Mr. Porter, our stock is crashing."

"Stocks fluctuate," Shane snapped. "With a scandal like this, a dip is expected. Once we clear our name, it will bounce back."

By some miracle, she scraped by with an eighty. The passing grade was a seventy.

Starting tomorrow, she would face her greatest weakness: live brewing.

For the next three days, Porter's stock was mercilessly hammered by retail investors panic-selling, hitting the limit down every single morning.

Mira put her trading on hold and spent her days entirely focused on mastering her brewing techniques under Master Ellis's unforgiving gaze.

On the third afternoon, Owen walked into the clinic and shot Mira a look. "It's time to pull out."

"I'm closing the position first thing tomorrow," Mira confirmed.

Master Ellis looked up from his mortar. "You're not going to trap them for one more day?"

If Mira pulled her sixty million dollars out, Porter's stock would instantly rebound.

"Bleeding them is just a bonus. The main goal is making a profit," Mira said practically. She never expected this single maneuver to bankrupt a multi-billion-dollar empire. Taking a massive bite out of their flesh was victory enough. She had thousands of employees relying on her to keep their companies aggressively expanding.