Chapter 832
If Mira’s instincts were correct, the major funds had already set their traps, lying in wait for their prey to show weakness before going in for the killing strike.
The only unknown variable was whether these titans had predicted that a pillar of Javenaire’s banking system was about to collapse entirely.
Based on her past life, they hadn’t seen it coming; otherwise, they wouldn’t have suffered such catastrophic losses.
After parking the convoy, Hank instructed Vaughn to leave guards stationed by the vehicles.
Operating in hostile territory meant someone tampering with their cars was a very real threat.
Owen also placed a quick call to his mentor’s contacts, arranging an extra layer of security for the perimeter.
Hank was well aware that Mira had formidable international backing. Since their goals aligned perfectly, he simply exchanged a knowing nod with Owen, keeping his thoughts to himself.
The group secured a massive private trading suite. Compared to the domestic exchanges back home, this facility was lightyears ahead in both technology and convenience.
Unlike the era to come, where millions could be moved from a laptop at home, handling monumental sums of capital currently required a physical presence on the exchange floor.
The suite’s terminals were all running the cutting-edge Windows 98 operating system.
Consolidating the vast majority of the world’s capital, the exchange existed solely to service the ultra-wealthy, which naturally meant providing top-tier technology.
The room featured a proprietary trading interface synced directly to the main floor’s mega-screens, feeding them real-time financial updates and critical market data.
Aside from the security detail, everyone took a seat at a terminal and began familiarizing themselves with the software.
Because Mira was working with an astronomical volume of funds, she and Owen opened two separate accounts, splitting the capital straight down the middle for easier execution.
Relying on the vivid memories from her past life, Mira circled her target stocks and instructed the team to monitor them closely.
“These three bank stocks are currently climbing. Should we pull the trigger p>
Lucian North asked.
“Just watch them for now. It’s too early to make a move p>
From what she remembered, Javenaire’s major banking stocks were currently riding a massive upward surge. Retail investors and institutional players alike believed the momentum was unstoppable and were pouring in fresh capital.
But the bubble was teetering on the absolute edge of collapse; the market just hadn’t woken up to the reality yet.
In her previous life, when the monumental collapse of Javenaire’s banking sector triggered a global meltdown, financial experts across the world endlessly analyzed the crash.
Mira knew every granular detail because, during her time as a wandering spirit, she had watched Ethan Mercer meticulously review the disaster on his computer screen.
The Mercer Group had been facing a severe liquidity crisis at the time, and she remembered hearing him mutter that if he had just seen the crash. Coming, he could have made a fortune.
He had painstakingly charted out the perfect entry and exit points. Unfortunately, hindsight was always 20/20.
But now, Mira had been reborn. It would be an absolute sin to let this golden opportunity slip through her fingers.
Timing was everything. Shortly after the market opened tomorrow, Atlantic National Bank’s stock was destined to crater.
Logically, taking short positions this afternoon was the safest bet, even if it meant absorbing a slight initial loss. If they waited until tomorrow’s open, the pants would set in and the window would crowd out.
But as the afternoon rolled on, the upward momentum grew ferociously violent. Since Mira was executing a massive short, jumping in too early could mean bleeding catastrophic losses by the minute, so she held her ground.
Wesley chimed in, “If we had just taken long positions when we first sat down, we’d already be rolling in cash p>
“Hindsight is a beautiful thing. If you’re so smart, why didn’t you buy p>
Lucian immediately defended Mira.
This upperclassman that Harvey Rivers brought in was supposedly a hotshot trader,
but right now, all he was doing was running his mouth, and Lucian had absolutely no patience for it.
“I’m trading on the boss’s dime, man p>
“Then use your own damn money p>
Lucian had personally brought over two million USD of his own cash on this trip to Javenaire.
“Give me a break. Do I look like I have that kind of money p>
Mira was maneuvering a terrifying amount of leverage; every move had to be calculated. She wasn’t about to gamble blindly on volatile, unpredictable swings. Real wealth was never that easy to grab.
By the time the closing bell rang, Atlantic National’s stock had nearly hit its daily ceiling. Mira had gritted her teeth and stayed out of the bloodbath.