"Since you were able to find me, it means our plan has already started." Damon looked down, playing with a Rubik's cube.
His peripheral vision glanced at the time, with the US stock market about to open, and the funds already injected, the short selling was about to begin.
"Still a choice to be made."
Gret advised, "If the US stocks crash, Morgan's trillions in assets will also be affected."
"Everyone will be affected, the key is who can timely recover the losses and regain control of the market to become the leader."
Damon chuckled softly, his fingers moved like snakes, aligning the final face of the Rubik's cube, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
"You'll regret it," Gret said angrily in a cold voice, slamming the door as he left, with no time to delay here.
The door closed heavily, stirring up a breeze like the aftershock of a bomb, dispersing the smile from Damon's face.
