Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 610

He was remarkably grounded. At the very least, he wasn't vain.

"Don't worry, it's my treat today," Mira said, keeping her eyes glued to her phone screen.

"I feel terrible. I... I had no idea you guys were going somewhere like that."

"It's fine. We're classmates," Mira replied with a warm smile before looking back down. She had a few corporate matters to sort out today.

"I heard getting a table there during the dinner rush is almost impossible." Reece still seemed uneasy. Usually confident and easygoing, he now looked stiff.

The Solflare Grand Hotel and the Solflare Hearth & Grill had locations in his home state's capital. They were strictly for the elite; average people couldn't afford to step foot inside.

"Trust me, we'll get a table once we're there," Mira assured him, looking as casual as if they were grabbing a slice of pizza.

"I really am sorry. I thought we were just hitting up a diner. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"It's no big deal."

Reece fell silent, but Leah eagerly turned to Elara. "Mira, is this your car?"

Mira had intended to just nod, not wanting to over-explain.

But Elara beat her to the punch. "Nope. Her car is still back in Melvion City. It hasn't been shipped over yet. Mira's ride is ten times better than this one." Elara lifted her chin, practically glowing with secondhand pride.

"Whoa, ten times better? What kind of car is it?" Not only was Leah intrigued, but even Reece leaned in to listen.

"You'll find out in a few days."

The two of them glanced at Mira. Seeing that she didn't deny it, they connected the dots.

They were going to find out sooner or later, so Mira didn't mind Elara spilling the beans.

When they pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, luxury vehicles were lined up row after row. Mira's two sedans fit right in without drawing any attention.

Surrounded by wealthy heirs and socialites, Mira and Harvey headed straight for the grand entrance. Wyatt came from money, so he felt perfectly comfortable.

But the rest of the classmates suddenly felt incredibly small and out of their depth, almost wanting to back out.

Right as Wyatt finished speaking, the server gave a deferential nod and gestured for them to proceed.

The server relayed something over his earpiece. Moments later, a middle-aged man in a sharp, tailored suit hurried out to meet them.

"Good evening, Mr. Ashford."

"Why is the general manager out here?"

Mr. Ashford walked straight up to Mira, his posture perfectly respectful. "Miss Mercer, your private suite is ready. Please, right this way."

"Who on earth is that girl?" The hushed whispers among the nearby staff only added to the classmates' sheer astonishment.

Mira gave Mr. Ashford a brief nod. Glancing back, she noticed her friends muttering amongst themselves, frozen in place.

"Are we going or not?"

"Yeah, we're coming."