Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 360

Mira came back out, took a ceremonial sip of the soup, and ate exactly three grapes to appease her housekeeper.

"Rachel, I'm stuffed. I physically can't eat anymore."

"Mira, I saw the news about that horrible plane incident this morning. That wasn't your flight, was it?"

Just then, Jax Weaver and Silas Vane stepped out of their rooms.

"Of course—"

"Jax!" Mira cut him off sharply. "Rachel made chicken soup and grilled paninis. You want some?"

He wanted to point out that there was only one morning flight from Aethelgard to Melvion City, but the mention of food derailed his train of thought entirely.

"Hell yes, I do," Jax grinned. The man lived to eat, and a good meal instantly wiped his memory. He abandoned his sentence and dove for the dining table.

Silas joined him quietly. He didn't have Jax's bottomless pit of a stomach, but martial artists burned through calories fast.

With Jax distracted, Mira turned back to Rachel with a reassuring smile. "What were you asking?"

"Was that your plane on the news?"

"No, no, that was a totally different flight. We got to the airport way after that happened. We only heard about it when we landed."

"Oh, thank God. The news footage terrified me," Rachel sighed, pressing a hand to her chest.

Zane, the security guard who had driven them home, cleared his throat. "Miss Mira, should I be heading out now?" She had originally hired him just to watch the empty house while they were away. With Silas and Jax back, his services seemed redundant.

While the end of last year had brought in massive profits, nearly all of it had been aggressively reinvested into launching her Aethelgard operations.

The Solflare Hearth & Grill and the entertainment divisions were thriving, propped up by the cash flow from Melvion City.

But Nexus Core Systems was burning through cash at a terrifying rate. She had just wired out $300 million solely for international server equipment, and that didn't even cover operational costs. Without a monstrous reserve of capital, she wouldn't even be able to cover the payroll for the elite tech engineers she had aggressively poached from around the globe.

The other subsidiaries were pulling their weight, but they generated slow, steady income—nowhere near enough to feed the ravenous beast that was Nexus Core Systems.

With hundreds of millions still sitting in her war chest, Mira cracked her knuckles, fired up her trading software, and began hunting for her next major kill on the stock market.

She had barely started running her algorithms when Liora Bennett and Celine Ward arrived.