Chapter 11: Continental Venture Partners Was Born, Taking Aim at Fleetcom's Darkest Hour

The VIP trading room door closed, and Manager Farrell's footsteps faded completely down the hallway. Autumn Lyson stared at the executed trade displayed on the screen. Her fingers slowly loosened around the mouse. Three million dollars. Yorkpoint Technologies. Full position. The air conditioner blasted cold air. The green tea still gave off a delicate fragrance. Seated in the leather chair, she remained motionless for a long time. --- After leaving Guosen Securities, River Lyson went straight...