Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 522

"When our stock first tanked, you told me not to panic, that it was just a standard correction," Adrian mocked ruthlessly. "And look how that turned out. Day by day, it bled out, and now it's finally your turn. If you want to call it a normal pullback, go right ahead. I'll be watching closely. Hahaha! The universe has a funny way of balancing the scales, doesn't it?"

It was the first time Adrian had laughed genuinely in months. It felt incredibly satisfying.

At that exact moment, Mira was at Master Ellis's private clinic, having just finished her final pharmacology exam. She had passed with flying colors, officially earning her advanced pharmacist certification.

As she packed her things to head home, Master Ellis looked at her thoughtfully. "Are you really just going to let Mara off the hook?"

Mira shook her head. "Let her go? Not a chance. The timing just isn't right yet.

Don't worry, Master Ellis. Dealing with Mara won't take much effort.

Knowing her toxic personality, she'll inevitably dig her own grave. We just need to give her a little push when she's standing at the edge."

Right now, her crosshairs were locked onto Porter Entertainment. Everything else could wait.

The following day, Porter Entertainment's stock hit the limit down once again. Adrian gleefully called Shane to offer his sarcastic congratulations, berating the man until Shane started screaming obscenities into the receiver.

This had become Adrian's new favorite pastime. Checking the plummeting charts gave him such a rush of euphoria that he even managed to eat an extra plate at dinner.

Human nature was twisted like that—misery loved company, and seeing his worst enemy suffer brought him unparalleled peace.

"You're right, as always," Shane agreed, trying to soothe her temper.

"And if the opportunity presents itself, do not hesitate," Victoria warned coldly. "People like them are a cancer. Leave them breathing, and they'll come back to finish us."

"Understood."

That very day, the Porters scrambled to pool fifty million dollars, planning a massive injection to forcibly drive up the stock price at the opening bell.

They couldn't afford another plunge; if the bleeding didn't stop, their major shareholders would start jumping ship.