Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 415

When the time came, just attaching her name to the project would draw in an army of users.

The operational management and financial structuring were relatively straightforward—they just needed to hire the right executives and build out the teams.

But the firewall was the linchpin. To have an impenetrable system, she needed a legendary cybersecurity team.

They had to ensure flawless network stability from the initial architectural design all the way through long-term maintenance. This required developers with profound computer science expertise and battle-tested experience.

Mira sat quietly, sifting through her memories of her past life. She scribbled down a list of elite hackers and top-tier developers, snapping a picture and texting it to Owen.

One name on that list held a very personal connection to her past.

Back then, under the calculated sabotage of Mara and Porter Entertainment, Mira had been ruthlessly cyberbullied. She was dragged through the mud until she became public enemy number one, terrified to even step outside.

Her family hadn't just refused to help—they had viewed her as an embarrassment. She had no money, no power, and absolutely no way out.

But there was one person who refused to swallow the public narrative. An anonymous netizen, sickened by the injustice, had reached out and taught Mira the art of hacking.

With those skills, Mira had finally breached her enemies' networks, dragging their vile secrets into the light using burner accounts. The public had slowly woken up, turning their fury toward Mara.

Yet, even when the truth was staring them in the face, her parents and brothers had continued to blame Mira for everything.

By that point, she hadn't cared about them anymore.

After that, Mara never won another internet battle against her.

Hacking into Mara's phone had exposed her deep ties to Porter Entertainment, revealing that even the family's trusted employee, Norman, was on Shane Porter's payroll.

But while compiling this list of tech visionaries, she had included his number, hoping for a stroke of luck.

Whether or not he agreed to work for them didn't matter; she just desperately wanted to know who he was.

In this life, she finally had money and influence. She wanted the chance to repay the monumental debt of gratitude she owed him.

Mira hit send, assuming Owen would use his usual channels to track the people down and wouldn't reply immediately. To her surprise, her phone rang seconds later.

"How do you have my friend's private number?" Owen demanded.

It was a deeply encrypted line. Only a handful of people in his inner circle had it.