Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 194

"So, what does anything involving the Mercer family have to do with me?"

"Forget about a thirty-seven-day detention. Even if she dropped dead right now, what the hell does that have to do with me?"

With that, Mira turned on her heel and walked out behind Owen.

On the drive back, Owen looked at Mira with fond indulgence. "Did you enjoy the show back there?"

"I sure did. Seeing Mara miserable is great, but seeing Adrian furious makes it even better."

Mira replied while unclipping a micro-camera from her chest.

"Don't go running your mouth about me being your boyfriend next time,"

Owen warned her.

"I won't, I promise. I just wanted to use you to piss Mara off."

"If you hate seeing her that much, why not just set a trap and make her disappear?"

"It's not time yet. Ending her now would be letting her off way too easy."

She needed to expose Mara's true colors and let her turn the Mercer family upside down first.

When the dust settled, Mira would use the chaos to sweep up the assets of both the Mercer and Porter families.

Right now, Mira's personal wealth was nowhere near enough to take on two multibillion-dollar empires.

She transferred the footage she had just recorded to her phone via Bluetooth, quickly edited it, and sent it straight to the head of her PR department.

She ordered them to post the entire breakdown of the incident online, along with the pathetic footage of Mara in handcuffs.

As soon as Mira walked through the front door, Rachel asked, "Why are you home so late?"

Mira slipped off her shoes and stepped into her slippers. "Don't even ask. It's..."

"Oh my god, don't tell me that wretched girl stirred up trouble again?"

Mira burst out laughing.

She hadn't even finished her sentence, and Rachel had already guessed it, turning her head away in disgust.

"You're back."

Rachel's son helped carry fruit, pastries, and a hot bowl of soup to the dining table.

Mr. Harth hadn't come back with Mira today; he had gone straight home to prep for his classes.

"Mason, I told you, just call me Mira."

"I already put in a good word for you about that job. You can start in a couple of days."

Mira looked at her in genuine surprise. "Spot on, Rachel!"

She couldn't believe Rachel had called it so perfectly.

By the time she finished her soup, it was already past eight. That only left enough time to prep for tomorrow's classes and nothing else.

Meanwhile, the internet was absolutely exploding.

The moment the PR department received Mira's orders, they launched the campaign.

The news spread like a wildfire, rapidly cross-posting through the Melvion City forums, the Melvion Central High School message boards, and countless group chats.

"Wait, Mara did WHAT again?"

"Are you kidding me? She paid thugs to smash rental bikes? Those bikes are a public good! How the hell did they offend her?"

"She's just an entitled brat with too much time on her hands. I swear she's a straight-up sociopath."

"The Mercer Group barely survived that jewelry scandal, and now she's pulling this?"

"She is going to single-handedly destroy the Mercer Group with all this nonstop drama."

"Mira was so smart to cut ties with the Mercer family when she did. If she had stayed, who knows how badly she would've been tortured."

"How dark does your soul have to be to pull off something like this?"