Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 204

She had her face and head heavily covered, and she took highly obscure routes to get there."

Lenny was a professional recommended by Master Ellis, and his expertise showed.

As the team leader, Lenny commanded the scouts taking shifts and synthesized all the intel they gathered.

"Understood. Keep a close watch on all their movements."

"Loud and clear, Miss Mercer.

There's one more thing. Ethan Mercer rooted out the mole inside Mercer Jewels, and as a result, the Mercer Group's stock has bounced back.

However, the mole took the fall entirely on their own and never gave up the mastermind."

"Got it.

You all have been working hard lately. I'll give everyone a bonus at the end of the month."

If you wanted people to bleed for you, you had to make sure their pockets were full.

"Thank you, Miss Mercer."

Mira thought for a moment before adding, "I've discovered a premium stock that opens tomorrow. Are you interested?"

Since she was already helping her circle, she figured she might as well do Lenny a favor.

"A premium stock? Absolutely."

Lenny quickly wired over two hundred thousand dollars. "A hundred thousand of this is mine, and the rest is from the boys.

We don't know the first thing about stocks, so we'll leave it in your capable hands."

After hanging up, Mira lay in bed, her mind still turning over the Fiona Quinn mystery.

Could Fiona be one of Shane Porter's pawns? She quickly dismissed the idea.

If Shane Porter had truly bought off someone as valuable as Fiona, he would use her for high-level corporate espionage, not waste her on a petty errand like this.

If he just needed someone to check on Mara, Norman would have been a better choice.

Besides, based on Lenny's report, Fiona was actively trying to hide her visits.

So, what exactly was she hiding?

Had Fiona been secretly bought off by Mara?

But what use would bribing Fiona be to Mara?

Given how much the Mercers spoiled her, if Mara wanted to join the company, it would be a breeze.

If she wanted corporate secrets, she could just sweet-talk her brothers or father. Why go through a secretary?

Mara ignored her, stubbornly unpacking her meager belongings.

She was the heiress to the Mercer empire. She wasn't about to lower herself to interact with absolute trash.

But someone else answered for her.

"Isn't it obvious?

Look at her scrawny frame; a strong breeze would knock her over. She's definitely no brawler.

With those shifty eyes of hers, she's either a thief or a home-wrecker."

"What the hell are you talking about? I'll rip your mouth off!"

Mara lunged forward in a blind rage.

But a second later, she flinched and shrank back on pure reflex.

The woman who had insulted her was tall, heavily muscled, and completely out of Mara's league.

Worse, the other inmates placed their hands on their hips and stepped up beside the woman, glaring at Mara with predatory gazes.

"Looking for a fight? Come on then, why are you backing away?"

The woman sneered, her face twisted in mockery.