Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 373

"When they threatened the maid's family, the nephew never showed his face. Originally, he could have easily walked away clean."

"But our people tracked the direct perpetrator's movements and managed to dig up the nephew anyway."

"He's been arrested. Right now, his aunt is hounding Lawrence and his crew, trying to get her son out and sweep the whole thing under the rug."

"Can they actually bail him out?"

Since the true nature of the case hadn't been leaked to the public, very few people were paying attention to it. It was the perfect scenario for some backroom deals.

"Don't worry about that. I won't let them get away with it," Owen said, his jaw tight.

"If her son stays locked up, will they turn on each other?"

When that happened, his aunt would be the perfect weak point.

Owen considered it. "It'll create friction, but their strategic value is low. They have too many shared interests for her to completely burn the bridge."

The Lance family wouldn't allow her to run wild, either.

"They can't cover this up. A plane crash is a massive deal. Even if Lawrence's cousin doesn't face a life sentence, he's going to suffer. But the flames won't reach Lawrence himself."

That was to be expected. With the Lance family's immense influence, Lawrence wouldn't be toppled so easily. But seeing Lady Lilian Lance's nephew thrown in jail was a devastating blow nonetheless.

"Stay safe, Owen."

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After another week of intense studying, the top-performing students from the preliminary rounds were gearing up for the district-level subject competitions.

Securing a top-three spot in any district subject guaranteed cash prizes and certificates. Naturally, everyone was studying with ferocious intensity.

Each school was only allotted ten slots per subject. Elite students like Mira were allowed to compete in all five subjects.

So, in reality, only thirty students were competing across the five categories.

As he took them on yet another pointless detour, Liora Bennett finally snapped. "Is this the best Melvion Academy can do? Your academics are garbage, you can't beat us, so you resort to these petty, underhanded tricks."

"Who says we're garbage? We're the elite. We passed the official entrance exams and earned our spots through hard work."

"Unlike your school. You're just a bunch of spoiled rich kids who can't handle real work. You throw cash around and rely entirely on your parents' bank accounts to buy your education."

Mira hadn't realized the resentment toward Melvion Central High School ran this deep.

Melvion Academy was the city's premier public high school, the undisputed top choice for middle school graduates.

Their teaching quality was phenomenal, their student body was elite, and their college admission rates consistently ranked in the top three of the province.

Melvion Central High School, on the other hand, was private. They recruited teachers with exorbitant salaries, giving them an unparalleled faculty.

But the astronomical tuition kept ordinary families out. The children of the elite were simply enrolled the moment they were old enough, bypassing exams entirely.

Every year, only a handful of brilliant students from the local district were admitted as a sort of social obligation, exactly like Elara Finn.