Chapter 139 Black Horse
Liam finally leaned back in his chair, letting out a tired sigh as he stretched his arms overhead. "That’s it," he said, spinning slightly in his chair to face Dickson, who was staring at his screen with the intensity of a man decoding the universe.
Dickson’s eyes were red from hours of staring at charts, lines, indicators, and Liam’s endless instructions—but his face carried a rare seriousness. And pride. His demo account, which had started with $10,000, now showed $78,000.
It had taken him longer than Liam would’ve liked, and he asked the dumbest questions imaginable along the way, but... the bastard got the job done.
Liam nodded once, a rare, approving smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Not bad."
Dickson stood up, his expression frozen like his brain was still catching up. "Did I really...?"
"You did."
And then, in a flash, Dickson screamed, "WOOOOO!!!" He shot out of his chair like he’d been tasered, leaping toward Liam with open arms for a hug, possibly a kiss.
Liam kicked him square in the chest.
Dickson flew back and landed with a grunt on the bed, wheezing and clutching his ribs. "Asshole. How the fuck are you so strong."
Liam shook his head with a laugh as he picked up his phone. On the screen, his account now sat at over $403,000. It was still hard to believe. Just a few days ago, he barely had a hundred bucks to his name, and now...
He quickly navigated through his trading app and withdrew $310,000, sending it to his main bank account. Just seeing that kind of number under his name made his chest tighten. He’d never felt this powerful before—and it wasn’t just the money. It was his power. His skill. The system had given him the tools, but he’d earned this.