"Have you traced the source of the funds?" Charles White's thin lips parted slightly.
"I can't track it down. Several tens of millions of capital just flowed into the market without a sound. The person behind it is very skilled at manipulating the capital market. If I hadn't been watching closely, I wouldn't have noticed anything unusual."
The person on the other end of the telephone spoke seriously.
"I suspect that this matter can't be separated from the Yale Group; after all, William Frans alone wouldn't have such authority. Do you have any progress on your side?"
"..." Charles was silent.
Because of Zoe Yale, his focus on the task had indeed diminished considerably.
If it wasn't for the sudden influx of unaccounted-for capital in the market, he would've forgotten why he joined the Yale Group in the first place...