Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 311

"But Norman, this is about my future. I have to go," Mara argued.

Getting signed by a massive agency in Aethelgard would bring her endless glory, finally giving her the leverage to crush Mira Mercer.

"Your future?" Norman scoffed. "Listen to me. Stick with the boss, and then you'll actually have a future.

With your amateur singing skills, you really think you have a shot at some bright future?"

*You're just a pawn, dreaming of stardom,* he thought bitterly. *Dream on.*

"Think about it. Even if you become a famous pop star, how much money would you really make? Not even a fraction of what the Mercer family pulls in.

Or what, you want to use your looks to hook a billionaire? Even if you did, you'd spend the rest of your life at his beck and call. It's nothing compared to having the entire Mercer family in the palm of your hand."

Norman's tone suddenly shifted, becoming deeply earnest.

Since he was stuck babysitting this idiot, he couldn't afford to let their relationship sour. He had to convince her to play along.

"Mr. Porter is about to submit the bid, and he needs you inside Ethan's office as his inside connection. If you leave now, you'll ruin everything.

Listen to me. Let's turn the car around right now. Okay?"

"But I still want to go to Aethelgard," she insisted.

His logic made sense, but she had her own schemes brewing.

If she could secure a dazzling career and take control of the Mercer family, wouldn't that be the ultimate victory?

"If you're dead set on going, I won't stop you," Norman sighed. "But if you ruin the boss's plans, there will be no turning back."

"I won't ruin a thing. The bidding hasn't even started yet, has it?

The concert is just a two-day event. I'll be back as soon as it's over.

Besides, if Mira can go, why can't I?

Once I'm in Aethelgard, backed by the Lance family and with the Quinns in my corner, crushing her is a guaranteed win."

Mara analyzed the situation with blinding confidence. She refused to miss out on such a golden opportunity.

Her barrage of twisted logic actually left Norman speechless.

*Boss, I tried my best,* he thought. *From here on out, it's in God's hands. If this all goes up in flames, you only have your own terrible taste in pawns to blame.*

Meanwhile, in Aethelgard, at The Grand Sovereign hotel.

Mira had just settled into bed when her phone buzzed with a call from Lenny Forbes. "Miss Mercer, Mara is heading to Aethelgard. She should be on her flight right now."

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