Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 307

One reporter posted a photo online with the caption: *Look who this is!*

"He looks so familiar, but I can't place the face."

"Whoa, isn't that Owen Lance?"

"The eldest Lance heir is back. Things are about to get interesting."

"Lord Leonard Lance just handed all the power to Lawrence, and now Owen is back?"

"Do you guys think Solflare Entertainment belongs to Owen?"

"It's possible. Who else has the capability to build an empire this massive in just six months?"

...

That evening, back at the hotel during dinner, Mira glanced at the online comments and smiled at Owen. "Looks like you're taking the heat for me on this one."

Owen glared at her. "It's your mess, own it."

Mira chuckled softly.

After dinner, seeing that it was still early, they decided to take a walk to digest and enjoy Aethelgard's night scenery.

They hadn't gone far when several people stepped out of a nearby car. The group was led by a woman hiding behind sunglasses and a mask.

She scanned the area before making a beeline straight for Owen.

"Owen, I've been looking for you for so long..."

"Stop right there."

She froze as the Iron Wolves instantly blocked her path.

Silas and Jax quickly flanked Mira to protect her.

"Owen, tell them to move. It's me, Quinn."

But Owen merely spared her a single glance before looking away and continuing his walk with Mira.

"Owen, don't walk away..."

She suddenly noticed Mira walking beside him and shrieked, "Did you vanish for two years because of her?"

Mira glared at the woman. "Psycho!"

She had intended to just enjoy the drama, but the fire had inexplicably jumped to her. It was utterly ridiculous.

As they kept walking, Mira asked Owen, "Crazy ex?"

The snow resting on the branches looked like fluffy white cotton candy.

The plum trees in the courtyard were wrapped in vibrant fairy lights, making the blossoms look exceptionally radiant.

The colorful lights reflected off the icicles hanging from the branches, creating a dazzling, otherworldly display.

The Grand Sovereign certainly lived up to its reputation; the aesthetic was flawless.

Beneath the elegant streetlamps, the sweeping branches of the cedars looked like open arms welcoming guests.

On one side of the courtyard was a circular fountain, its surface coated in a thin layer of ice.

The ice mirrored the surrounding scenery, creating an enchanting, dreamlike atmosphere.

A few sparse figures strolled through the hotel courtyard.

Everyone was taking a moment to appreciate the beautiful snow and the quiet charm of nature.

It felt like a brief escape from the city's hustle and bustle, offering a slice of peace and comfort.

The guests staying here were either incredibly wealthy or highly influential; they weren't just paying for a room, but an exclusive experience.

As they circled back to the entrance, Mira made a point to tell the security guard, "That woman who was here earlier in the sunglasses and mask is completely out of her mind. She likes to pretend she's a celebrity and throw tantrums.