Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 298

“Alright, fine. I'll do it.”

Owen tilted his head back in resignation.

At worst, it would just be business as usual.

Each subsidiary already had its own capable leadership. Mira just needed to handle the final consolidations.

She figured if she established a dedicated executive office, she'd have an entire team to handle the grunt work for her.

“Deal. But while you're at it, you're going to help me build that executive office too.”

“Do it yourself.”

Owen shook his head flatly.

“Fine, don't. I'll just have Kieran help me.”

Mira knew it was better to handpick her own inner circle anyway. She'd let Kieran manage the recruitment campaigns, and she would make the final selections.

And whenever she was tied up with school, Owen would be forced to oversee things anyway.

Despite his tough talk, he never actually left her out to dry when it mattered.

What followed was an aggressive new wave of hiring. Every single subsidiary needed manpower.

For now, they would transfer core talent from Melvion City, but the bulk of the workforce would need to be sourced and trained locally in Aethelgard.

Mira's immediate priority, however, was pouring resources into Owen's new venture: Nexus Core Systems.

“I need to ask you one more time. Are you absolutely certain about developing a proprietary smartphone OS? It's not too late to back out.”

Owen still harbored serious reservations.

This was a bottomless money pit. Once R&D kicked off, it would burn through billions of dollars annually.

Dumping every cent of profit from all of Mira's current companies into this project might not even be enough to keep the lights on.

“I am absolutely certain. I have to do this.

Moving forward, mobile phones will become increasingly intelligent. Their functionality will rival desktop computers; they'll essentially be pocket-sized supercomputers.

He had to admit, she possessed a terrifyingly sharp business instinct and an almost prophetic read on market trends.

In this arena, even he—someone with an elite Western education and years of bloodstained corporate warfare under his belt—felt outmatched.

She was a true prodigy, an absolute force of nature in the business world.

“Alright. If you're this certain, I'm all in.”

The capital burn would be astronomical, but if they pulled it off, the market potential was limitless.

Furthermore, from a standpoint of national sovereignty, the future of global dominance lay in intellectual property. A nation without its own core IP could never rise as a true industrial superpower.

Mira then handed Owen a curated list. On it were the names of several brilliant engineers who, in her past life, were the architects behind the legendary Nova Tech OS.

“These individuals are elite academics. Poach them with massive compensation packages.

Especially this guy, Caleb Brooks. If he's willing to jump ship, secure him at any cost.”

In her previous life, Caleb had been one of the three foundational pillars of the sovereign OS architecture. Right now, he should be finishing his doctorate at Seaside University.