Chapter 1950

• Amelia pulled up the trading records from the past two months. The blue light from the screen illuminated her sharply defined face, outlining her furrowed brows.
• "It's too perfect..." she muttered. "Every time, they buy precisely when liquidity is lowest, then sell right before the news is released."
• Carl spoke softly, "This can't be a coincidence. It looks like they planned this a month ago, making money off the sweat and blood of Miami's people, investing it in the stock market, and causing chaos."