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Chapter 214
Taking advantage of the break before class, Mira transferred ten thousand dollars from her personal account to Kieran.
“Kieran, this belongs to a classmate. Toss it in when the market opens tomorrow, and crank up the leverage p>
When she had dropped over six hundred million that morning, Mira had played it relatively safe with a low leverage ratio.
Higher leverage meant catastrophic risks.
But for a mere ten grand, she didn’t care. Even if it took a sudden dive and wiped out the margin, it was a drop in the bucket. She could just refund Elara out of pocket.
“Mira, if we enter tomorrow, is there still room for profit?” Kieran asked, eager to invest more.
“Yes, but the entry point won’t be as sweet as today’s. The margins will be thinner.” “Understood.” Kieran’s eyes gleamed. He immediately scraped together the rest of his reserve funds, bundled them with the ten grand, and prepped to launch it all into the market the next morning.
He practically worshipped Mira at this point. If she said it would print money, it would print money.
“Kieran, could you do me a favor and check if Ms. Brooks wants in? Bring her along if she does.” In all the chaos, Mira had nearly forgotten about Lania Brooks, who had always been so dedicated to her.
“Don’t you worry about that. I already pulled her in today.” The two of them had always been tight.
“Thanks, Kieran p>
After school, the moment Mira pushed open her front door, a mouthwatering aroma hit her.
“Rachel, are we having a feast tonight? It smells incredible p>
Mira had never treated Rachel like staff. Rachel tailored every meal to Mira’s specific cravings, constantly rotating the menu.
Mira never pinched pennies when it came to food. She made money to spend it, and her health always came first. If she had a sudden craving, she just gave Rachel a heads-up.
“Mason came to visit. It’s his day off, so he wanted to show off his skills for you.” “Oh, Mason’s here? I’m definitely going to indulge tonight. We’re in for a treat.” “Mira’s home!” Mason called out, carrying a steaming platter to the table. A rich, tangy, and savory scent filled the air. It was his signature Crispy Glazed Sea Bass.
The fish had been expertly scored and deep-fried to a brilliant, golden crunch, fanning out beautifully.
Drizzled with a vibrant sweet-and-sour glaze and sprinkled with fresh scallions, it was an absolute masterpiece.
Without even washing her hands or changing out of her uniform, Mira grabbed a fork from the table and snagged a piece.
“Mmm, so crispy and juicy! Thank you, Mason. You’re the best p>
Whenever Mason had a day off, he always swung by to spoil Mira with five-star cooking.
“No trouble at all. As long as you like it, I’m happy p>
“I love it! I love everything you make. Let me go freshen up so we can eat.” Mira dashed off to her room.
With Mason running the kitchen,
Rachel had it easy, acting as his sous chef. She sat comfortably on a stool, beaming as she watched
them chat.
When Mira re-emerged, she handed the thousand dollars in cash to Rachel. “Use this for the grocery budget p>
Mira preferred digital payments and hated the hassle of carrying cash, whereas older folks like Rachel still loved having physical bills on hand.
Right then, the Iron Wolves stepped out of their quarters. The dining table was
already groaning under the weight of Mason’s specialties.
A plate of Honey-Glazed Short Ribs,
a tureen of Wild Squab Consommé, the Crispy Glazed Sea Bass, a
massive platter of Chili salt
Langoustines, and three large
vegetable sides.
A flawless spread covering land, sea, and sky.
As the five of them sat down, Mira suddenly thought of Mr. Harth.
When he was slammed with work, he ate with them. When he had free time, he practiced cooking on his own, not wanting to overstay his welcome.
“Mr. Harth, skip the cooking tonight and come over. We’ve got an amazing spread,” she texted.
He was a genuinely great teacher who had helped Mira tremendously with her essay writing and reading comprehension.
Less than two minutes later, Mr. Harth walked through the door.
“Wow, Rachel! Your cooking rivals a five-star executive chef p>