Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 512

Mira’s war chest was primed. On top of the five billion dollars Ethan had supplied, she had liquidated a billion of her own assets. Owen Lance had thrown in another billion, and Master Ellis had quietly wired over five hundred million.

To her surprise, Harvey Rivers had also backed her with two hundred million dollars.

Right now, cash was ammunition, and Mira wasn’t going to play polite. She absorbed every dime, making mental notes of the favors she owed.

Porter Entertainment wasn't like the crumbling Mercer Group. They were at the peak of their corporate ascent, flush with heavy capital.

To devour them in a financial bloodbath, she needed overwhelming leverage. The capital in her hands was both her armor and the artillery she would launch at her enemies.

Dominic West called her private line. "If you need ghost capital, say the word."

"I've got it covered. Thanks, Dominic."

Mira never once pried into his highly classified government background.

"Are we operating under proxies this time?" Quentin Vance, the general manager of her financial division, asked.

"No, use my name."

It was time to unleash the full weight of Lady Oracle's reputation.

The war with the Porter family was out in the open, and she was done playing from the shadows.

She had allowed Porter Entertainment to balloon in value over the past few weeks simply to let Adrian and Mara dig their own graves. Now that the Mercer Group was dead, it was time to make Shane Porter bleed.

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Three days later, Adrian was discharged from the hospital. Though he dreaded the reality, the court-appointed liquidation team arrived right on schedule.

Before he could even ask for a glass of water, stacks of asset forfeiture documents were shoved in front of him, awaiting his signature.

With a few strokes of a pen, the century-old empire that had once dominated Melvion City ceased to exist.

The Mercer Group, once the undisputed king of the city, was entirely wiped off the map.

The leak didn't just expose Mara as a traitorous rat; it broadcasted the ugly truth of Adrian and his illegitimate daughter to the entire world.

And smack in the middle of it all was Norman.

Though Norman was a small fry, he had been a crucial accomplice in Mira's past-life demise.

She was never going to let him slide.

Norman scrambled into his clothes in a blind panic.

"Where the hell are you going in the middle of the night?" his wife hissed.

"To quit! Adrian still owes me months of back pay and my yearly bonus.

There’s a ton of valuables left in that house, and I need to get my cut before it's too late!" Whoever had leaked the videos had horrible timing.

"Can't it wait until morning?"