Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 29

Mira went to her apartment in the Emberline Residences and dropped off the things in her bag. She was about to leave, but as she took a step, she couldn’t resist opening her laptop for a quick look at the Bitcoin chart. Then, she painfully closed it.

She told herself that the major fluctuations usually happened in the afternoon; mornings were generally for sideways consolidation.

Making money was important, but she was at an age where learning should be her priority. She couldn’t miss out on that.

She would finish her classes first and make money in the latter half of the day.

Passing by a breakfast stand, Mira checked the time. She had plenty to spare, so she walked over.

The breakfast burritos here were especially delicious. Since it was her first day of class, she decided to bring one for her master and each of her fellow students.

“Give me thirty of them.”

Then, she looked at the roasted sweet potato stand next to it, remembering her promise to Oliver from the day before. “One roasted sweet potato, please.”

She had no intention of attending Jordan Ellis’s martial arts class for just a few days; she planned to stick with it long-term.

Joining a collective like this was like joining a family, and building a good relationship with her master and seniors was crucial.

Master Ellis was one of the top three masters in the martial arts world, known as Shade—a fact very few people knew.

The lessons from her past life had taught Mira that no matter how capable or intelligent you were, if you ran into someone who played dirty, you could be eliminated without even knowing what hit you.

Of course, if you had no ambition, no power, and no wealth, you didn’t need to learn. You wouldn’t be blocking anyone’s path.

There was another thing. Here, if you could earn the master’s approval, you could become an inner disciple. Not only would you learn the master’s most profound techniques, but you would also receive the protection of the school.

However, the chances of that were slim. At most, only one or two students from a class would be chosen, and often, none at all.

Her enemies were not weak. She had to prepare for this as soon as possible.

When she entered the martial arts academy, Oliver was still at the front desk.

“Oliver, have you had breakfast yet?”

Mira handed him the roasted sweet potato. “I promised you yesterday.”

“Thanks.”

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