Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 598

A moment later, a disheveled, filthy figure was forcefully shoved into the room.

And thus, the inevitable confrontation between the two unfolded exactly as expected.

Roxanne and Mara fought until their bodies gave out, hurling insults until their throats were raw. Already severely weakened, it didn't take long for their brawl to sputter to a pathetic halt.

As she caught her breath, Roxanne suddenly realized the grim truth: their captors had thrown them together specifically to watch them tear each other apart.

Unfortunately, she had let her blinding hatred get the better of her and fell right into their trap.

Panting heavily, she finally mustered a sliver of strength.

"Mara, let's stop fighting. They just want us to torture each other."

"So what?" Mara spat back. "I'm not going to survive this anyway. Taking you down with me sounds like a great deal."

Mara instinctively assumed Roxanne was spinning another web of lies.

"How did you get captured?" Roxanne demanded, frowning deeply.

"Why should I tell you?"

You ruined my life, and now you want to use me again?

"Wake up, Mara! Your ending up in this hellhole has absolutely nothing to do with me."

"You expect me to believe that?" Mara scoffed, her suspicion unwavering.

"Think about it, Mara. I spent a fortune getting you out of trouble because I needed your help. What possible benefit would I get from dumping you in here?"

That actually made sense.

"Fine, I'll trust you for now. What do you want to know? Spit it out."

"I'll ask again. How did you get caught? Where is Mira? Where is she right now?"

"Mara, we need to stop tearing each other apart. Mira is our mutual enemy, and she's a terrifyingly powerful one. Regardless of our past—whether we were partners or just using each other—we don't have a blood feud. Right now, we need to work together. Our first priority is surviving this and finding a way out of here. Once we escape, we'll track down Lawrence, and then together we'll..."

True to her Ivy League pedigree, Roxanne delivered a flawless, impassioned pitch, looking every bit the formidable CEO she once was at Porter Entertainment.

She possessed the terrifying ability to twist facts and conjure hope out of thin air.

The dead, ashen look in Mara's eyes slowly cleared, replaced by a flickering, desperate spark of murderous determination for the future.

When the guard came to drop off their meager rations, Roxanne flashed her most charming, practiced smile. "Sir, look at her. Her leg is shattered, and she needs her strength. Could you possibly spare one extra sandwich and a bottle of water?"

"No chance. Rules are rules. You mess up, you pay the price."

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Early the next morning, Mira and Seraphina headed to the campus together. They rode in the Quinn family's sleek town car, accompanied by Silas and his fellow bodyguard.