Chapter 1113:
Halted production? Babette’s mind reeled.
Moments later, they arrived at the investment department, where chaos filled the air. Phones rang nonstop, and traders were glued to their screens, voices overlapping with intense urgency.
“What’s our move, Miss Watson?”
“Should we close our positions?”
“Miss Watson, we’ve already lost everything we gained before—and now we’re eating into our principal. Should we sell to save whatever we can still keep?”
“Miss Watson…”
Questions came at Babette from every direction, the voices of her team blurring together in a rush of panic.
Her thoughts spun wildly.
The copper prices were out of control—soaring higher by the second. If they pulled out now, she’d stop the bleeding, but what if prices kept climbing afterward? Wouldn’t that hand Millie the perfect reason to gloat?
But if she tried to keep pushing the prices down… could she even fight the momentum anymore?
Her pulse quickened as indecision gripped her. The market wasn’t waiting. In just the few minutes that she hesitated, copper prices surged again, deepening their losses even further. Her phone wouldn’t stop ringing—calls, messages, notifications, all pouring in one after another. Most were from the same people who had once worked alongside her to drive the prices down. But now, faced with an uncontrollable surge, they were bailing out one after another.
No one wanted to sink with a losing ship. Some had even flipped their positions, buying in to ride the wave upward—fueling the rally even more.
After all, copper prices had always been steady. They’d only fallen because of the artificial pressure she and her allies had created. Now that pressure was gone, the market was snapping back with brutal force.
gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺´ 𝘾𝒽𝓮𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓾𝓉𝒽 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓎
“Miss Watson, we can’t delay any longer! We need a decision right now!” her team pressed.
Babette clenched her fists. Every instinct in her screamed to cut the losses and retreat, but her pride refused to let her. Was she really going to surrender and let Millie win this easily?
Before she could make up her mind, her secretary’s phone rang sharply, slicing through the chaos.
She answered, listened for a few seconds, and then her face went pale. “What did you just say?!” she gasped, her voice trembling.
“What happened?” Babette demanded, a sudden jolt of anxiety prickling her scalp.
“Miss Watson, I’ve just received an update,” the secretary said, her voice tight with urgency. “Millie has been quietly moving her funds into copper—liquidating her gold holdings in stages over the past few days and redirecting the capital into copper.”
Every pair of eyes turned toward Babette.
Everyone knew why she had been trying to suppress the copper market—because of Millie.
Until now, prices had been falling largely due to their coordinated actions.
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