Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 776

He impatiently silenced the executives. They really had no more time to waste. Millions of dollars were burning away every few seconds.

"Silas," Serena finished the last bite of her apple, looking at his exhausted face. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? Dragging me into this mess."

Hearing that, Silas knew instantly—she could handle it! He was overwhelmingly grateful he trusted his gut.

Serena tossed the apple core at Isabella's feet, then walked over to the main seat.

Isabella jumped, taking two steps back.

Serena gave her a cool glance. "Didn't you say you wanted to be a maid? Pick that up and stand against the wall."

Isabella's face twitched as she stared at the core. She forced herself to swallow her pride, picked it up, and retreated.

As Serena approached the head of the table, Silas immediately stood up, offering his chair. "I'll leave it to you, Serena."

Serena sat down, glancing at the data on the big screen. She pulled Silas's master computer toward her and cracked her knuckles.

Her hands hovered over the keyboard.

Click!

Her fingers started moving. The typing grew faster and denser, yet her expression remained as relaxed as if she were playing a casual video game. There was zero sense of urgency.

Suddenly, the giant screen shifted. The glaring red line chart stopped its freefall.

Only Silas saw that on her monitor, a black terminal window with complex code had popped up. It wasn't standard financial software.

Her fingers moved in a blur. Lines of code cascaded down the screen.

"Wait... wait!" The Chief Financial Officer suddenly shrieked. "The Vinton Group's capital pool... it's moving!"

A shareholder stood up nervously. "Did they increase the attack? Are we losing more?"

"No, it's not flowing out, it's flowing in!" the CFO screamed. "Two hundred billion! Two hundred billion dollars! Where did this money come from?"

Serena smirked, her fingers dancing across the keys. It was a secret stash from Ghost Alliance. She rarely managed their finances, but she had enough pocket money lying around.

She hit enter one last time.

"Reverse absorption. Counter-snipe engaged," she murmured softly.

The chart on the screen began to climb rapidly, twisting the lines representing the enemy's short funds into bizarre shapes...