Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 841

"Or we might not get a single cent."

"Will our remaining two stocks be affected?" Harvey Rivers asked.

"Definitely. Everyone is terrified they'll end up like Atlantic National Bank and will rush to sell," Owen Lance replied.

"Should we sell?"

"No need. We're shorting. With the market taking a nosedive today, we can still make a killing," Ethan Mercer, who had been quiet until now, chimed in.

Mira Mercer nodded, sharing his sentiment.

Right now, the ones dumping shares were mostly the long-holders, and their panic selling would only drive prices further down.

Very few people were shorting the major banks, and they were currently raking it in. Who would want to sell now?

"Then when do we dump it?" Wesley Langdon was still uneasy.

"With something this catastrophic, the Javenaire Federation won't just sit back," Owen pointed out.

At this moment, the majority of retail investors were holding their breath, waiting for the Javenaire Federation's stance.

During this waiting period, Mira's two stocks continued to pull in profit. Any new policies would require research, drafting, and a lengthy approval process, meaning it would take a few days at the absolute earliest.

When the market closed that afternoon and Mira's group walked out of the exchange, they were met with a sea of despondent faces. The very air on Wall Street felt suffocatingly heavy.

Back at the hotel, Gene Kingsley asked, "Heard it was a bear market today. How much did you lose? Sigh, this stuff really isn't meant for you Mavarians."

The hotel housed numerous investors, so news from Wall Street spread like wildfire here.

Wesley looked at Gene like he was an idiot. "No, you're wrong. We made an absolute fortune."

"Impossible! Everyone else took a massive hit. How could you possibly turn a profit? I get it now, you guys have lost your minds, haven't you?" Gene muttered to himself.

But no one paid him any more attention.

While Mira and the others were dining in the restaurant, Mishka stormed over, glaring fiercely at Hank Whitlock. "You made a profit! Why didn't you tell me to pull out in time?" It had cost her a massive chunk of change.

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