Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 200

"I'm keeping a fraction of our reserve capital out of the market to fund the vanguard teams."

"By the time we need massive capital injections for the full rollout, we'll have already liquidated our stock positions for a massive return."

The executives exchanged sharp looks, a collective shiver of anticipation rippling through them.

They were apex corporate predators, trained to read between the lines and catch every subtle nuance.

If their boss was speaking with such terrifying certainty, this Titan stock play was a guaranteed goldmine.

Every single one of them silently vowed to liquidate whatever assets they could the second they got home tonight to maximize their buy-in.

"So, who are we sending out to run these new territories as regional directors?"

Mira looked toward Owen.

Jorvien and Hespera City were tier-one megalopolises. They needed ruthless, aggressive leadership on the ground.

"Boss, Owen—send me in."

Before Owen could even open his mouth, Felix shot up from his chair.

Mira glanced back at Owen, waiting for his read.

"I think he's the right man for the job. He's got the guts and the brains to command a frontline operation."

Owen had a soft spot for aggressive, hungry talent. Felix was practically vibrating with ambition, combining reckless courage with meticulous execution.

"Done. You're the new regional director for the Jorvien expansion."

"I won't let you down."

Mira loved promoting people like him. A soldier who didn't want to be a general was completely useless to her.

As long as someone had the competence to back up their ambition, she offered limitless opportunities.

"With you stepping out, what happens to marketing?"

"I'll have a successor prepped and ready to take the reins. You and Mr. Lance don't need to worry about a thing."

"As for Hespera City..."

Mira barely got the words out before Owen cut her off.

"I strongly advise against hyper-expansion. If we're blitzing Jorvien, we need to ice everything else for now."

"Jorvien is an absolute shark tank. Every major sector is monopolized by the top four legacy families. The corporate warfare over there is a hundred times more brutal than anything in Melvion City."

"The second we pop up on their radar, our current liquidity and rookie strike teams won't even be a speed bump to them."

Watching the calculating gleam in Mira's eyes, Owen knew exactly what she was plotting.

He was going to have to call their mentor tonight and threaten him into absolute silence.

Just before they wrapped up for the day, Mira pulled Felix aside. "Jorvien is going to be a bloodbath. You're walking into hostile territory completely blind. It's going to be brutal."

"I can handle it. Nothing in this industry comes easy anyway, and it helps knowing I've got you guys watching my back."

Mira nodded. "Just know that this company rewards loyalty and results."

"Once you touch down, stay under the radar. Mirror what we did here in Melvion City at the start—do not trigger the alarm bells for the major venture capital firms."

"Understood, boss."

Over the next few days, they would selectively pull elite talent from every department to form Felix's vanguard unit.

The workload waiting for them upon arrival was staggering.

They had to register the subsidiary, scout local manufacturing plants to forge new supply chain partnerships, and synchronize the hardware tech.

Not to mention the grueling bureaucratic nightmare of lobbying city hall and traffic enforcement, running market diagnostics, and mass-hiring new mechanics—an endless checklist of prep work.

Moving forward, Owen would transition into the role of Chief Operating Officer, commanding their entire sprawling empire from headquarters.