Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 615

"Director Whitlock, turn him down and get rid of Roxanne Porter for me. I'll cover any financial losses this causes.

Plus, I'll owe you a favor."

Mira Mercer only wanted to focus on her studies and manage her company. She had no interest in dealing with unnecessary complications.

After all the torment Roxanne had endured, she would return as a vengeful demon, desperate to exact her revenge on Mira.

Someone with nothing to lose was a dangerous enemy, and dealing with her later would be a massive headache.

That was exactly why Lawrence Lance was willing to spend millions of dollars to bail her out.

"Alright, I like your ruthlessness.

I don't need your financial compensation, but could you cut me in on a percentage of your gaming company?

This is for me personally, completely separate from Aegis Global Operations.

Look, I'm not greedy. A small fraction will do.

Just name your price, and I'll pay it."

Ever since crossing paths with Mira, his people had naturally run a full background check on her. Some things were simply impossible to keep hidden.

The gaming company was currently raking in millions every day. Under normal circumstances, Mira would never sell her shares to an outsider.

"We have no intention of transferring any equity, but since you asked, Director Whitlock, I'll carve out a piece for you.

I can only offer you a two-percent stake, though. I hope that's enough."

"Deal. You're a straight shooter, Boss Mercer."

The massive profit margins of the gaming company were incredibly enticing.

But with Hank Whitlock on board as a minor shareholder, she could easily hand off any malicious competitors or shady saboteurs to his people.

"I'll say it again, though. No illegal operations on our home turf."

"Come now, Boss Mercer. I run a clean business. I'd never cross the line."

It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, so Mira didn't bother arguing with him.

Early the next morning, before anyone was even out of bed, Reece Hamilton announced in the class group chat that they needed to gather thirty minutes early to meet their instructor.

She looked over at Mira.

"What else?"

Following Mira's lead, Elara and Leah grabbed their own thermoses, stopped by the campus convenience store to buy chilled bottled water, and poured it in to take with them.

Their assigned leader was Instructor Vance. He was relatively young, probably around the same age as Owen, but wore a strictly stern expression.

A few guys tried to joke around with him, but his icy glare quickly shut them down.

Once the orientation officially kicked off, Instructor Vance ordered everyone to run two laps around the track.

"Push yourselves hard. I want our class to take home the title of The Vanguard Platoon!"

"Yes, sir!"

At that hour, the weather wasn't too oppressive yet. Fresh into the workout, the students' voices rang out strong and synchronized.

But by the end of the first lap, they were already gasping for air.

The training ground was massive, and as the sun climbed higher, the temperature soared. By the second lap, many students were ready to throw in the towel.