Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2531 - 2369: You... Actually Came Back

Office.

Silence!

Gitti positioned herself before Ling’s desk, struck speechless for a moment. From a rank perspective, she undoubtedly ranked high in the group.

Otherwise.

She wouldn’t have been elevated to oversee an entire nation.

Of course.

She pondered if Ling could be the ultimate leader of the group. Yet, reconsidering the group’s typical approach, such ostentation seemed unlikely.

The top leader stays hidden, the most secure position.

Even.

The group’s masters might not be a single individual, but rather a collective. In any case, shrouded in mystery. She remained unaware of the group’s true alignments.

West?

East?

Utterly perplexing.

...

Time dragged on.

Ling finally broke the quiet.

"Gitti."

"Here."

She snapped to attention, her striking figure drawing no reaction from Ling’s gaze.

"This time."

"A mission awaits you—head back to the United States. Details will come en route from someone, and I’ll provide support if needed," Ling stated calmly.

"Understood."

Gitti replied promptly.

"Remember."

"Inside the group, you’re my subordinate. Beyond it, you’re a high-powered executive. Trust your skills to manage this dual role."

"Yes."

In a flash.

Gitti transformed, her eyes turning icy, radiating a commanding queen’s aura. She’d always possessed this trait, sharpened further by years of refinement.

Performance skills.

A woman’s natural gift.

"Excellent."

"You’re dismissed," Ling instructed.

"Yes."

With little further talk, Gitti pivoted and departed. She climbed into a military transport bound for the airport, ever prepared for assignments through rigorous training.

Idle for ages.

At last, action.

...

One hour later.

Aboard the plane.

Gitti received the mission briefing then—this U.S. trip was covert, demanding direct talks with familiar consortiums on a key issue.

--- Back the Asia Dollar, undermine the Euro.

And she.

Represented their commitment.

Of course.

Not by offering herself up, but through face-to-face negotiations. The terms were set, alluring enough for those veteran powerhouses.

...

Next day.

New York.

Manhattan International Airport.

The sight of the known surroundings stirred deep feelings in Gitti. Her prior visit was years back. Returning now, her loyalties had shifted.

This world.

She once believed she grasped it fully.

However.

Reality revealed layers of hidden truths beneath the surface. Stepping outside the controlled area and catching external reports enlightened her greatly.

For instance.

ERV.

Undeniably linked to the group.

It’s just.

She’d never ventured to inquire, keeping it locked away. Furthermore, she sensed the group’s sway in the West far exceeded her expectations.

This mission.

Involved the ERV consortium directly.

...

One hour passed.

ERV.

Headquarters.

She encountered ERV’s founder, Cecil, a true-blue American. Yet she knew his loyalties weren’t straightforward.

"Long trip, care for some tea," he offered, pouring a cup himself.

"Thank you."

Gitti gave a faint smile.

En route.

She first learned directly that ERV belonged to the group, a frontline asset. Though suspected, the revelation left her reeling inwardly for quite a while.

ERV.

America’s sole breakout consortium in almost a century. It stormed into elite circles. Personal wealth topped a trillion dollars.

ERV’s corporate domain expanded at a frightening pace.

Truly.

Overwhelmingly dominant.

Such a figure.

A genuine lucky star. And yet, this powerhouse stemmed from the group. ERV was nurtured by them from the start.

This revelation.

If revealed.

Would shatter the world.

However.

It would likely stay buried eternally. She’d never disclose it, and since aligning with the group, disloyalty vanished from her mindset.

At the same time.

She trusted no other member would defect—an gut feeling, baseless but unshakable.

...

Sipping tea.

Perusing the news.

Gitti’s ERV visit was mere facade, planting clues for outsiders. After a lavish meal, come afternoon.

Exit!

Next mark, another familiar face: the DuPont family. Soon after her departure, Cecil dialed the Ford family residence.

Aimed right at the head.

"Hm?"

"Calling for me?"

Old Ford wondered, their ties to ERV being cordial but not intimate, merely standard. No clue for the outreach.

However.

Upon hearing a name drop, Cecil’s message jolted him.

...

Evening.

A grand estate.

"You’ve... come back." The elder gazed at Gitti with utter astonishment. Bedridden from paralysis for years, he had sought Alzheimer’s treatment in Myanmar.

Upon awakening.

The world appeared utterly transformed.

Fruit wine.

Transcription Fluid.

Asia Dollar.

...

A torrent of bizarre innovations hit him, evoking a sensation of time travel to an alien realm. It required time to grasp the truth.

Soon after.

Realizing Gitti was probably the force driving all this stunned him, then delight rushed in as he swiftly reached out.

In time.

True, it hadn’t yielded huge profits for the DuPont family.

Yet.

With investments this massive, returns can’t appear instantly. It’s simmering in the pot, nowhere to flee. Still, he never thought Gitti would venture into the US.

Not scared of arrest?

Er!

Okay.

He mulled over that danger briefly. Since she’s arrived, obviously detention doesn’t faze her. Nor did he want to act the antagonist.

Escalating tensions aids no side.

"What is there to fear."

Gitti’s exquisite lips arched faintly, projecting sovereign poise, each action radiating intense authority, matching the elder’s own.

Observing that.

The elder showed no shock.

Not their first encounter.

Plus.

Her dominance in tech and vast influence qualified her for such boldness. She held the power to disdain others.

"Is something the matter?"

"Yes."

"About Myanmar?"

"Correct."

"Speak freely then; this Q&A tires me," the elder grinned, far from annoyed, actually quite engaged.

Nearly deceased once, half in the coffin.

Beholding the young excel so grandly, kin or not, brought him deep fulfillment. Advanced in age now, bereft of that fiery drive.

"The Asia Dollar seeks greater portion in trade transactions."

"Oh?"

The elder narrowed his gaze.

This issue.

Feels quite strange—what good is extra share? The Asia Dollar’s domain spans broad, nearing half the Euro’s scale.

Still unsatisfied.

Might it be.

Scheming to overthrow the Euro?

Regarding pushing to undermine the dollar.

Ha!

No chance. Tied deeply to the dollar as a U.S. consortium, sabotaging it remains impossible—that’s the heart of their interests.