Chapter 581
Her subordinates quickly tracked down the address, and the driver immediately rerouted, heading straight for the management firm.
The arrival of the Sterling family’s matriarch was enough to send shockwaves through the industry.
Upon hearing the news, the firm’s CEO, Julian Ashford, rushed out to greet her personally.
His attitude was perfectly respectful and polite, yet he deliberately maintained a calculated distance, playing a masterful game of hard-to-get.
Julian offered an apologetic smile. “We are deeply honored by your interest, Mrs. Sterling, but I must sincerely apologize.
At this stage, our heavy-weighted international portfolios are at maximum capacity, and our exclusive domestic trading teams are entirely saturated.
All our risk-control quotas and capital positions were locked in months ago.
We simply do not have the bandwidth to take on new, large-scale asset trusts right now. I hope you can understand p>
Just as he spoke, the conference room door was pushed open.
A secretary hurried in with a stack of contracts, asking Julian to sign.
Helena sat quietly, listening as the secretary briefed him.
Every word spoken revolved around international cross-border deals, hundred-billion-dollar asset trusts, and bespoke investment strategies for global elites.
The contracts in front of them represented a level of wealth and resources reserved only for the absolute top tier.
Even the occasional visitors she spotted walking past the glass partition radiated the undeniable aura of high-powered business titans.
Every casual conversation overheard involved billion-dollar financial pools.
Glancing around, Helena took in the impeccably pristine office space, the elegantly hurried pace of the staff, and the sophisticated atmosphere.
Everything implicitly communicated a single message to her.
This firm had an impossibly high barrier to entry, a flawless clientele, overflowing business, and absolutely no shortage of investors.
Before arriving, Helena had harbored a trace of apprehension, but seeing this completely obliterated her doubts.
She was now absolutely convinced that this firm was top-tier, exclusive, and rare. Her obsession with securing their services deepened.
After signing the papers, Julian watched his secretary leave before turning his attention back to Helena.
“Mrs. Sterling, as you can see, we exclusively handle long-term partnerships with top-tier capital and legacy families.
We genuinely lack the spare resources. Rushing into a partnership would be completely irresponsible toward your assets p>
As he politely declined, he seamlessly slid a beautifully bound physical financial report and an annual case study portfolio across the table.
The pages clearly outlined their past trading triumphs.
Every single case study highlighted staggering growth metrics, with astronomical profit margins printed in black and white.
“You make… this much p>
Helena’s eyes dropped to the blindingly high profit figures.
Looking at the hundred-billion-dollar scale of capital, the desperation and greed in her eyes became completely undisguised.
She had just suffered a massive financial blow, and the matriarch had given her a deadly ultimatum to buy back the family heirloom.
Her mind was consumed by one singular thought: making her money back fast and recovering her losses.
The more she analyzed the firm’s hardcore track record, the more certain she became that this was the only way to instantly fill the gaping hole in her finances.
She already looked down on ordinary firms. This place was her one and only lifeline.
Sitting quietly in her wheelchair, Celeste observed the entire exchange in silence.
Beneath her fragile and docile exterior hid a mind intimately acquainted with manipulation.
Seeing that the moment was ripe, she finally lifted her gaze.
She spoke in a soft, gentle voice, utilizing brilliant reverse psychology with every word.
“Helena, since the firm’s projects are so saturated and they’re short-staffed, we really shouldn’t impose on them any further p>
Celeste leaned in deliberately, lowering her voice.
Sounding perfectly considerate, she masterfully heightened the illusion of scarcity.
“High-end traders are always booked solid, and premium resources like this are nearly impossible to secure. Forcing a parmership might actually, hurt your returns.
If this doesn’t work out, we can just find a standard, ordinary firm. You don’t need to put yourself through this stress p>
These words seemed like a graceful retreat, but they ruthlessly pierced Helena’s fierce competitive streak and desperate need to win.
Helena’s mind was already entirely clouded by the promise of obscene profits; there was no way she was letting this go.