Chapter 523
Before the market even opened the next morning, Roxanne was glued to her monitors. She had shoved all other operational duties aside to personally lead the trading team.
As the clock struck nine, her eyes darted across the screens. Just as she feared, Porter Entertainment’s daily chart was already slumping downward.
“You’re a vicious one, Mira,” Roxanne muttered under her breath, instantly dumping ten million dollars into the market.
After two consecutive days of devastating losses, Mira’s objective was crystal clear: she wanted to obliterate Porter Entertainment exactly how they had destroyed the Mercer Group.
The downward curve shuddered and began to climb, but the momentum was agonizingly weak. It ticked up a few fractions of a percent, flatlined, and then began its descent all over again.
Roxanne’s heart skipped a beat. The opposition’s war chest was massive-how else could a ten-million-dollar injection vanish without a ripple?
Gritting her teeth, she hurled another ten million into the fray. The line bumped up again, stabilized for five minutes, and then she fired off another ten p>
Across the city, Mira sat in her sleek office, analyzing the sudden unnatural spikes in the Porter stock.
“Did they stop pushing it up?” Ethan asked, leaning over her desk.
He had joined her command center the moment she initiated the strike. His hatred for the Porters burned just as brightly as hers.
Mira welcomed the backup; the enemy of her enemy was her friend. She knew devouring a beast like Porter Entertainment wouldn’t be easy.
Ethan was a financial prodigy, and much of her own market acumen had been absorbed from watching him in her past life.
Unlike Mira, Ethan had grown up deeply entrenched in the Mercer family and had poured his soul into running their operations. He had a profound attachment to the empire.
Mira, however, felt absolutely nothing for the legacy she was burning down.
“If I’m reading this right, they just started injecting their emergency capital,” Mira said, her eyes tracing the jagged red lines.
“Are they already panicking?” Cyrus Montgomery asked incredulously.
“Of course they’re panicking,” Mira replied coolly. “This is exactly how the Mercer Group was bled dry p>
And the irony was, they had done it to themselves.
Every time Roxanne threw ten million at the problem, the stock barely flinched before sinking back down.
Her brow furrowed into a tight knot. Fifty million dollars was a staggering amount of liquid cash. She had banked on this injection stabilizing the old investors, halting the sell-off, and maybe even enticing a fresh wave of opportunists to buy the dip.. Instead, her entire reserve was being swallowed whole by the relentless downward pressure.
Back in Mira’s office, one of the junior analysts looked confused.
“Boss, why don’t we just crush them in one fell swoop? Why drag it out p>
“Porter is a massive entity,” Ethan explained smoothly. “Even with our capital, a brute-force dump might not shatter them. We have to slowly manipulate the market sentiment. That’s how we achieve maximum devastation with minimal investment p>
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“But surely Roxanne knows that,” Cyrus pointed out. “Which means this is a battle of attrition,” Mira noted.
Whoever had the deepest pockets would win the war.
“Luckily for us, the market is already feeding on the fear we seeded,” another analyst said with a confident smirk.
Mira’s phone buzzed. It was Lenny Forbes.
Keeping her eyes glued to the monitors, she answered. “Speak p>
“The Porters scrambled together twenty million internally yesterday and mortgaged
assets for a thirty-million bank loan p>
“Are you absolutely certain p>
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