Capítulo 8: Investing is Life

Checking the account that now held ten million dollars, I still couldn't believe I'd pulled off such a bold move with none other than Sinclair Rosette himself.

This was more money than I had ever seen in my entire life. I could easily run with it, disappear somewhere far, but that would be an idiotic move.

No matter where I went, I had no doubt the old man would hunt me down. Instead of the six months he gave me, I'd probably end up dead on some remote island — just like he warned.

In truth I had no idea what my next move should be.

Fake it 'til you make it, right?

It wasn't that I didn't know how to use the money — far from it. What I told Sinclair, that I'd turn it into a billion dollars within six months, wasn't just a desperate bluff to save my skin.

Six months from now, I already knew what would happen. And that knowledge was my ace in the hole.

Even though I was completely lovestruck and all in the past, I still forced myself to take every academic lesson there was possibly out there, no matter how difficult.

More than that, Cole despised idiots — especially the lazy kind — so I studied harder than ever.

He was practically obsessed with investments, having dived into the world of finance at a ridiculously young age.

By ten, he had already established a small company managing his stock portfolio.

By twenty, Cole maneuvered through the stock market like it was child's play. He could predict trends with a single glance, as if he had some kind of sixth sense, while I had to spend hours — sometimes even days — studying every shift and fluctuation.

It was one of the many things he excelled at, and of course, as the lovestruck fool I was, I became obsessed too. I studied the stock market like a madwoman just so we'd have something in common to talk about.

I broke out in more pimples and sweat studying the stock market than I ever did cramming for finals. It was like my skin was allergic to financial charts, and every time I tried to understand market trends, my pores staged a rebellion!

Safe to say, when it came to that subject, I became an expert in my own right.

Right now, there was no way I'd break out in pimples or sweat. I practically owned this, with six months of future knowledge in my back pocket.

With a confident smirk, I powered up my laptop, logged into my usual stock market account, and casually transferred all ten million dollars into my portfolio.

I cracked some bones and stretched my muscles. Time to make this fortune grow.

I invested first in EcoVolt Energy, a green energy company that focuses on solar-powered charging stations for electric cars.

I knew that in a few months, they'll win a government contract for nationwide infrastructure development, which would cause their stocks to double.

Next up was NeuroSynapse Labs, a startup working on brain-machine interface technology.

My reason? They're about to reveal a game-changing device for improving cognitive function in both medical and consumer applications, and the stock price would triple overnight.

Then the MetaGrid Entertainment, a virtual reality gaming company about to launch the most immersive VR MMORPG ever seen.

In five months, it'll break sales records, thanks to the gaming craze about to sweep the globe, making my investment multiply.

Then there was SkyNetrix Aerospace. This company was on the verge of a commercial space travel breakthrough.

I invested because I knew they'll secure a major contract with a prominent billionaire space enthusiast, causing the stock to soar past expectations.

I scrolled through my laptop, eager to spot familiar names when a sudden, blinding headache knocked me off my chair. It wasn't like any headache I'd ever experienced before — this one was so intense, so crushing, I thought my skull might actually explode.

Then, darkness.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I came to, something clicked in my mind as if the moment of unconsciousness had unlocked a new thought. One name shot through the fog in my brain: QuantumLyfe Technologies.

Specializing in futuristic health tech, including nanobot healing and personalized DNA treatments, QuantumLyfe had once made headlines with their groundbreaking research. I remembered now — they'd been on the verge of something revolutionary, but due to lack of funding, they were barely staying afloat in the global market. They were probably struggling right now to keep their nanobot program alive.

But if I invested in them . . . in six months, they'd make me billions. And more importantly, they might even find a way to cure Sebastian.

This wasn't just about money anymore — it was about totally gaining that old man's trust!