Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 837

On top of that, Mira's team somehow still possessed a massive war chest, allowing them to double down mere seconds before facing a margin call.

Meanwhile, the investor playing games found himself completely out of chips.

He wouldn't suffer personally, of course, since Mishka had guaranteed to absorb all the damages.

But the end result of this little gamble was that Mishka was now on the hook for a cool two billion dollars.

...

Back with Mira's team.

Less than five minutes after blowing past the initial margin call threshold, Fidelity Trust plummeted, violently crashing until it hit the downside limit.

"Hell yes! Now that is satisfying!"

Wesley shouted.

Thanks to their aggressive doubling down, every cent they had bled earlier was instantly recouped.

"Boss Mercer, what exactly just happened?"

Hank asked.

"I'd bet good money someone was just trying to mess with us to watch us squirm."

"So why did they suddenly back off?"

Wesley asked.

"Because they ran out of ammo, obviously."

That afternoon, Atlantic National continued its smooth descent, Loomis & Marlowe trended steadily downward, and Fidelity Trust remained frozen at the absolute bottom.

When the closing bell rang, the mood in the room was electric. It was the best they had felt in days. The trends were locked in, and the suffocating tension hovering over Mira and Owen finally lifted.

Their ledger showed they had already doubled their initial capital. Even if they liquidated the second the market opened on Monday, they would walk away with an obscene fortune.

That night, Hank treated everyone to a lavish dinner of Alaskan King Crab and fine Bordeaux. With the markets closed for the weekend, they could finally afford to sleep in.

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