Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 410

As Liora walked Mira and Celine to the gates, Roxanne approached with Xavier, having just finished bidding farewell to another group of guests.

"Make sure to visit us again soon. Liora talks about you two constantly," Roxanne smiled warmly, seamlessly acting the part of the devoted older sister-in-law.

"We definitely will," Mira replied, matching her polite facade.

As they approached the driveway, Silas opened the rear door of the Lamborghini for Mira. Roxanne's eyes widened. "Who are they?"

"My drivers," Mira said casually.

"They're her bodyguards," Liora clarified cheerfully.

"I didn't notice them at the banquet," Roxanne murmured. These men exuded an undeniable aura of lethality. Professionals of that caliber easily commanded ten thousand dollars a month. How on earth was Mira affording them? Even with her songwriting royalties, she couldn't have amassed more than a modest nest egg.

"They were around. You must have just missed them," Mira replied smoothly. More accurately, Roxanne's untrained eyes simply couldn't track them.

Roxanne's gaze snapped to the emblem on the hood. "Is that a Lamborghini? I haven't seen this model before." It couldn't be. "Is it custom-built?"

Mira had never paid much attention to the car's aesthetic appeal before, but parked among the standard luxury sedans, it stood out like a predator in a flock of sheep.

"Yes, it's custom," Mira confirmed. There was no point in denying a fact.

Liora and Celine, neither of whom were particularly knowledgeable about cars, stared at the vehicle with newfound awe. They had ridden in it multiple times and knew it was sleek, but they had never realized it was a multimillion-dollar bespoke masterpiece.

Mira didn't linger on the subject. "We're heading out." She slid into the back seat, and Celine quickly followed.

...

When Mira finally arrived home, Rachel had a pot of savory soup simmering on the stove, worried Mira hadn't eaten enough at the banquet.

Sitting at the kitchen island, Mira took a slow sip. "Alright, tell me what happened. How did Mara end up dumping boiling water on Roxanne?"

"Wait, what? Mara caused another disaster?" Rachel asked, her eyes widening.

"You have no idea. Let me tell you..." Silas leaned against the counter, launching into a theatrical, play-by-play recount of Mara's catastrophic performance at the Bennett estate.

Zane pulled up a stool, completely engrossed in the story. Since moving in, Silas and Jax had shed their intimidating, lone-wolf personas, actively looking forward to coming home and gossiping with the rest of the household about whatever chaos they had orchestrated that day.