Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1290

Truth be told, Mara felt immensely wronged. In her mind, she hadn't plagiarized anything, completely unaware that in this timeline, someone else had already beaten her to the copyright office.

"What's the name of the person who registered the copyright?"

Ethan asked suddenly, having sat quietly on the sidelines up until now.

Damon thought for a moment. "Someone from Aethelgard, I think. They used the stage name Echo. We haven't managed to dig up their real identity yet."

Ethan and Mira exchanged a meaningful look.

In her past life, Mira had used the pen name Lune. This mysterious person hadn't just stolen Mira's future songs; they had blatantly mimicked her moniker.

After dinner, Mira slipped into Ethan's room.

"Ethan, based on what Damon said, someone in Aethelgard preemptively released my past work. Do you think this time-traveler is a stranger, or someone we know?"

Ethan slid a bowl of fresh cherries toward her. "It's impossible to tell from that one detail. Anyone could be a time-traveler."

Ethan turned to his laptop, his fingers flying across the keys. "I just ran a background search. There's zero personal data attached to that name. They're intentionally covering their tracks.

But if they really are a time-traveler, they'll inevitably expose more than just a couple of songs. We wait and observe."

"Who's the singer performing those tracks? What label are they signed to?"

Mira asked.

"Millennium Media, and the artist is Kellan Thorne."

Ethan replied.

"Millennium Media? I never heard of them in our past life."

"They're a brand-new startup."

"Whatever," Mira sighed softly. "I have no intention of stepping into the entertainment industry in this lifetime anyway. The only reason we're digging into this is to uncover who this traveler really is.

If you want to expand Mercer Vision Entertainment, I can write out every hit I published in my past life and hand them over to you. But doing so would instantly blow our cover as time-travelers."

"There's no need. I have no interest in wasting energy on the Mercer Group's entertainment division."

"Do what you think is best."

Later that night, through the hidden surveillance cameras she had tapped into, Mira successfully secured footage of Evelyn Crowe leaking the midterm exam questions to Mara.

Were all of Mara's stellar grades just the result of blatant cheating?

Mira couldn't wrap her head around it. In her past life, Mara had grown up in a destitute, rural village with a terrible educational foundation; her cheating had at least made twisted logical sense. But in this timeline, she had been raised in the lap of luxury, provided with the most elite tutors money could buy.

Why resort to cheating now?

Regardless of the reason, it didn't matter to Mira anymore. What mattered was using this hard evidence to purge Evelyn from the education system for good.

In her past life, the School Board had merely exiled Evelyn to teach in a poverty-stricken rural district. Mira had always regretted letting that happen. A woman devoid of basic morals had no business shaping young minds anywhere.

Why let a predator roam free to ruin the futures of vulnerable children?

The next morning, midterms commenced as scheduled. Right before walking into the testing hall, Mira handed the explosive evidence directly to the principal.