Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 377

Shane didn't even look up. "So what? It's just the preliminaries."

"But if he wins the world championship in the finals, the Mercer Group's racing club is going to skyrocket. When that happens, the Mercer Group's stock will surge right along with it."

"Relax. He won't be winning the finals."

"Is Mara actually reliable? What if she turns on us?"

Shane grit his teeth. "She doesn't have a choice. She has to be reliable."

He couldn't allow Ethan Mercer the peace of mind to focus on their impending business bid.

"But Boss, Lawrence Lance's sabotage on that plane failed completely. I heard one of his nephews even got thrown in jail over it."

"Hmph. That wretched girl has nine lives. Once the bidding war is settled and my hands are free, I'll deal with her."

He couldn't let anyone from the Mercer family gain the upper hand.

But in Shane's eyes, the primary target was the core of the Mercer Group. Mira was just a little girl, and an exiled one at that.

No matter how capable she seemed, she was merely an entertainer. She posed no real threat to his grand design.

That night, Lenny called Mira. "Miss, I've secured the hair samples from Mara and the others."

"Are you absolutely sure there wasn't a mix-up?"

"Positive. No mistakes."

"Excellent. Have someone come over and collect my hair as well, then send them all in for DNA testing. Remember, split each sample in two and send them to entirely different hospitals."

"Understood, Miss."

The next morning, as soon as Mira stepped into the classroom, Liora rushed over, shoving her phone in Mira's face to show her the ongoing bloodbath on the school forum.

Mira glanced around the classroom and noticed several early arrivals aggressively typing away on their phones, fully engaged in the digital warfare.

Even Elara, who usually kept her head down and focused strictly on studying, was uncharacteristically holding her phone, furiously trading insults in the thread.

Mira sat down and skimmed the screen on Liora's phone. The argument was a seemingly endless wall of text.

"Our school has Mira Mercer as our absolute anchor. No matter how much those monkeys screech, they'll never escape her shadow."

"You're the monkeys! Our Logan Gentry and Zander May are the undeniable gods of academics."

"Hilarious. Gods? They aren't even qualified to clean the shrines. Our Mira is a legendary composer and a famous singer. That's a true god. Learn your place."

"This is a high school. We're talking about academics. Stop dragging irrelevant garbage into this."

"That's just because your school lacks actual talent, so you have nothing to compare."