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Chapter 264
“Thank God Solflare uses that VeriScan Probe, or who knows how many people would be in the hospital right now p>
“Rat poison is lethal! Even if they pay out millions in damages, the victims would be dead p>
“And they’re claiming it was the assistant acting alone? Does anyone actually believe that garbage p>
“Why would an assistant randomly decide to poison a market without orders? He’s not a lunatic p>
“If that market vendor had sold those tainted vegetables, it would have been a massacre p>
“Porter Entertainment is pure evil p>
“Lock them up p>
Despite Alvin taking the fall and claiming a personal grudge, the public outrage was a tidal wave. Owen had mobilized his PR department to fan the flames early on, and Mira guessed the Mercer Group’s PR team was doing the exact same thing.
“Should we short Porter’s stock?” Owen asked, his eyes glinting with predatory intent.
“Absolutely. We hit them the second the market opens tomorrow,” Mira replied.
She wasn’t going to invite the other branch leaders to this bloodbath. Time was tight, and they needed to operate from the shadows. She had no intention of outright destroying Porter Entertainment—not yet. She didn’t want to trigger a desperate, cornered-animal counterattack from a massive corporation. This was just about bleeding them out.
Besides, Ethan Mercer would undoubtedly jump into the fray, along with every other Wall Street shark who smelled blood in the water. Porter Entertainment would have countermeasures ready; if they didn’t pull out fast enough, they’d be caught in the
crossfire.
Mira injected twenty million dollars of her own capital. Master Ellis and Owen tossed in ten million dollars each. She pulled another fifteen million from EcoRide’s reserves and five million from Solflare Entertainment’s accounts.
When Kieran Holt and the other executives caught wind of the move, they immediately asked to join.
Mira didn’t hide her play; she sent a quick message to the senior leadership group chat.
“Get the funds together and send them over quickly; time is of the essence,” she wrote.
Within hours, her executives had pooled together over a million dollars.
She would handle the massive block of funds and let them distribute their own profits later.
With over sixty million dollars weaponized, Porter Entertainment was going to feel the pain.
“Owen, you execute the trades,” Mira offered.
“No, you do it,” Owen declined. “I’m buried in paperwork. If I get distracted for even a minute, we’ll miss the window p>
Truthfully, if Mira handled the money, Master Ellis wouldn’t say a word even if they lost it all. But if Owen lost his master’s ten million, he’d never hear the end of it.
“You’ve been out of the market for a while, Owen,” Master Ellis noted dryly. “Your instincts are rusty. Let the girl do it p>
Owen smirked. “If I sink your entire net worth, don’t blame me p>
Master Ellis thought it over for two seconds. Never mind. Mira can do it. My money didn’t blow in from the trusted Miras
wind He
ruthless financial instincts over
Owen’s.
“Wait, have you ever actually traded stocks before?” Mira asked Owen.
“Nope,” Owen lied smoothly.
“Yeah, right p>
The next morning, after her morning workout and breakfast, Mira arrived at the
clinic. Today was the practical herb identification exam.
Glancing at the clock, she saw it
wasn’t even eight o’clock. She spent the time rummaging through Master Ellis’s private apothecary
memorizing his rarest spe
Asking him for hints now would be suicide-he’d purposefully exclude anything she asked about from the test.
By 9:30 AM, she was locked onto the computer screen, her funds loaded and waiting. The opening bell rang. Mira executed a massive short
position. Porter’s stock instantly bied several points.
She didn’t blink, her eyes glued to the plummeting ticker.
Less than a minute later, the stock took another violent nosedive.