Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1237

A massive wave of fundraising swept across the entire nation.

Because the campaign was entirely transparent, the public knew Mira's team had already raised trillions of dollars. Hearing that she was now leveraging her personal real estate ignited an unprecedented inferno of patriotism.

Savvy citizens understood that Mira was commanding this financial war on behalf of the country.

If the chief architect of the operation was willing to lay her entire fortune on the line, what did they have to fear?

Was she afraid of losing? No—it proved Mira had absolute, unwavering confidence in their victory.

If they managed to drain even a fraction of the foreign capital, Mavaria would secure a monumental triumph. Under that scenario, their investments would return doubled, and they'd earn a pristine reputation to boot.

And if they lost? They considered it a donation to the homeland. Their loyalty ran that deep.

Just as Mira had predicted, the country would never let its people starve.

On the fourth day, the moment the market opened, the daily K-line charted a suicidal upward spike, instantly hitting the maximum limit.

The team exchanged knowing glances, triumphant smiles curling on their lips. "We get to save our capital today."

Witnessing the violent market shift, Wesley Langdon couldn't help but scoff. "These Wall Street psychos are out of their minds. When they hold back, they don't drop a single dime. But the second they get hot-headed, they charge blindly off a cliff."

Owen Lance chimed in, "It's likely more than just the consortiums. Retail investors worldwide are getting swept up in the frenzy."

Mira turned to Dominic. "Leak a statement to the media. Claim that the capital we injected today was double yesterday's amount."

One of the analysts chuckled. "Miss Mercer, you're stealing the enemy's credit to bolster our own image."

"Of course," Mira smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Only a fool leaves good credit on the table."

The only reason the numbers were still creeping upward was the fearful, hesitant injections from international retail investors.

"Drop the funds," Mira instructed the trading floor. "Given the current trajectory, injecting the same volume as the day before yesterday will trigger a massive spike."

In this precarious state, even a slight acceleration in growth would provoke hesitant observers—including the international consortiums—into swarming the market.

Stock trading was ultimately a psychological bloodbath, requiring razor-sharp manipulation of human greed.

Exactly as predicted, the moment the funds hit the market, the sluggish K-line exploded upward. Just as the momentum threatened to slow, a second violent wave slammed the stocks straight into the upper limit.

"Incredible! Miss Mercer, your timing is terrifyingly precise. I am completely in awe. You truly are Lady Oracle."

The compliment came from an elderly analyst named Mr. Ji, who had initially harbored deep reservations about Mira's youth and leadership.