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Chapter 738
Chapter 738:
On the X platform, the FakeGenius hashtag was suddenly buried. Thousands of bot accounts and paid influencers flooded the timeline with a new one: InnoTechFunding. The gossip bloggers who had been tearing Belle apart quietly deleted their posts, their silence purchased with heavy, untraceable wire transfers.
Down on Wall Street, institutional investors stared at their Bloomberg terminals in genuine confusion.
In the cold, sociopathic logic of the market, a moral scandal was a liability — but one hundred and fifty million dollars in hard cash was an absolute truth. Grayson’s money acted as a massive concrete pillar, violently stabilizing InnoTech’s collapsing foundation.
At 9:30 AM, the Nasdaq opening bell rang.
InnoTech’s stock price opened with a violent downward gap, then hit a massive buy wall immediately. The sheer volume of Grayson’s capital absorbed the panic selling. Within forty-five minutes, the red line on the chart sharply reversed, turning bright green. The stock recovered its pre-market losses and pushed five percent into positive territory.
Trapped inside her office, Belle stared at the green numbers on her monitor. Her entire body shook with violent, hysterical relief. Hot tears streamed down her face.
She had survived. In this corrupt, money-driven city, as long as Grayson was willing to bleed for her, she was untouchable.
Down on the street, the angry mob of retail investors saw the news alerts on their phones. Realizing the institutional money was backing the company, the crowd lost its fury. They muttered in frustration and slowly dispersed.
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The InnoTech PR director walked into Belle’s office, wiping sweat from his forehead, regarding her now with a new and fearful respect. “The crisis is contained, Ms. Escobar. The Apex endorsement forced the market to back down p>
Back at Lancaster Holdings, Silas watched the stock stabilize. A deep, sickening knot of dread twisted in his stomach regardless.
“Boss,” he said, stepping closer to Grayson. “We stopped the bleeding. But if InnoTech’s technology fails the military audit at the Pentagon hearing tomorrow, that one hundred and fifty million will evaporate instantly p>
Grayson steepled his fingers in front of his face. His eyes were dark and supremely arrogant. “If the money is loud enough, the audit will pass,” he said coldly. “Those politicians in Washington bow to capital just like everyone else p>
He leaned back in his chair. A twisted sense of satisfaction washed over him. He pictured Isolde in her apartment, staring at the news, realizing that her meticulous attack had been effortlessly crushed by his wallet. He wanted her to feel the absolute despair of fighting a god.
He had no idea that Isolde was at that moment sitting in a luxury hotel suite in Washington, D.C., sipping Earl Grey tea, watching the stock ticker with the calm, faintly amused expression of someone watching a rat eat poisoned cheese.
Grayson picked up his phone and dialed Belle’s number.
“The fire is out,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “Bring your best performance to the Pentagon hearing on Wednesday. Do not make my money look stupid p>
Belle’s voice came back sickeningly sweet. “I will, Gray. I promise. I will make everyone in that room worship me p>
Grayson hung up. He walked to his massive window and looked down at the city he had just purchased into submission.