Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 117

"Solflare Entertainment? Is that the company with a few songs on the new music charts?"

In the Mercer Group's office, Adrian asked his assistant.

"Yes, Chairman. They were only established a month ago. Miss Mira even collaborated with them on a song before."

"Alright, alright, don't mention that defiant daughter of mine. What kind of decent company would sign her?"

He conveniently forgot, however, that Mercer Vision Entertainment was still using Mara, who was leagues behind Mira.

"A fledgling company that's barely a month old dares to venture into paid music. They really don't know their place. Just watch, it won't be long before they fail so hard they won't know what hit them."

"But, Chairman, the ten songs they're releasing were all written by Lune."

"Lune?"

"He's the composer and lyricist for the top three songs on the annual new music chart right now."

"He's no Vincent, but I suppose he has some real skill. Have someone look into him. If possible, try to poach him."

"Since Miss Mira sang his song, maybe we could ask for her help…"

"Ignore that defiant daughter. When she can't make it on her own out there, she'll naturally come crawling back."

Although Mira could earn some money from singing, Adrian still didn't believe she could truly survive outside the Mercer family.

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Porter Entertainment.

"Chairman, Solflare Entertainment is making a big splash with this paid music move."

"Keep a close eye on them. If they succeed, we'll trip them up a bit and immediately follow suit. If they fail, find a way to acquire Solflare Entertainment."

"Is such a small company really worth acquiring?"

It had only been registered for a month.

"Don't forget, their songs are in the top three of the annual new music chart. They have some top-tier talent. Especially that Lune. If you can poach him, I'll owe you big time."

The money was right, so the morale was high. Weren't they all working hard to earn money and support their families?

Solflare Entertainment's profits were already linked to each employee's performance-based pay. The more the company earned, the higher their income.

With that in mind, there was only one thing left to do: get to work.

After settling things there, Mira prepared to head home.

Meanwhile, her peers across the country were all watching and waiting.

As the saying goes, competitors are rivals. The pie is only so big; when one slice grows, another must shrink.

When you command a majority of the resources, other people's businesses inevitably suffer, and their profits dwindle.

So, most of them were waiting for a good laugh, while a few others harbored different thoughts.

Although they all knew that paid music was still a joke in the current climate, what if it succeeded?