Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 171

Mara almost screamed out loud, but Norman had no answers for her either.

Mira walked toward a nearby fruit stand, trailed by two men who were unmistakably bodyguards.

After buying some fruit, the three of them got back into the car and drove into the gated community.

Once they were gone, Mara slid into Norman's car, and they drove off as well.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Mara just couldn't wrap her head around it. How could Mira afford to be chauffeured around in such a high-end ride?

Shouldn't she be scraping by? Living out of a suitcase and counting pennies was supposed to be her reality.

Sure, she was a singer, but even at her peak, she'd only be pulling in a few hundred thousand dollars a month—nothing compared to a true heiress like herself.

Jealousy gnawed at Mara. It was incredibly unfair.

"She has to be riding in someone else's car. That's it," Mara consoled herself.

If she knew Mira was already worth hundreds of millions of dollars, she probably would have had a stroke.

The truth was, the car was the custom Lamborghini Owen had sold to Mira, valued at over two million dollars.

It was a model that traditionally appealed more to men, but Mira had bought it purely for its durability.

In the event of a crash—short of driving straight off a cliff—the reinforced chassis would perfectly protect the passengers inside. The casualties would always be on the other end.

If anyone sent a team of hitmen after her, as long as she stayed inside the vehicle, she'd be safe long enough to call for backup.

No matter how hard they smashed against the exterior, they wouldn't break through.

Since she wasn't quite eighteen yet and didn't have her driver's license, the Iron Wolves handled the driving.

To Mira's surprise, the day the car was delivered, her two notoriously stoic bodyguards actually cracked a smile.

Perhaps guys were just naturally drawn to flashy sports cars. Every time they went out, the two of them practically fought over the steering wheel.

On the business front, Solflare Entertainment was thriving. The download numbers for her ten premium tracks had passed their initial peak, but revenue was still pouring in from Gavin Hale's concerts, along with royalties from the agency's other actors in movies and television shows.

Their mobile short-drama division had become exceptionally profitable, keeping their overall income sky-high. This month's net profit had hit an astounding twenty million dollars.

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