Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 672

*True love never fears an intruder.*

*You're so open-minded, babe. What are you up to?*

*I'm about to take a shower, and then I have tons of homework. Talk to you later.*

*Alright, kisses. Bye-bye!*

With cold precision, Madison deleted the entire text thread from Piper's phone.

She then picked up her own phone and initiated a private chat with Piper's boyfriend...

In the days that followed, Madison continued to play the perfect, submissive servant to Piper.

However, she mysteriously started making friends off-campus, slipping away more and more frequently.

Piper, meanwhile, practically made a career out of flaunting her rich, successful boyfriend to anyone who would listen—especially when her ex, Wyatt Wright, was within earshot.

She would deliberately choose seats near Wyatt during lectures.

Draped in designer clothes, glittering jewelry, and casually slinging a Hermes bag over her shoulder, she basked in the shallow admiration of her peers.

She would loudly complain about how overwhelmingly generous her boyfriend was, listing off the exorbitant gifts he showered her with.

Even sitting all the way in the back, Mira and her friends could hear every word. By now, the entire class knew Piper's business.

The spectacle only fueled Jillian's desperation; she began sucking up to Vanessa even harder, begging for an introduction to a billionaire of her own.

Thanks to Piper's success story, Vanessa's legion of followers multiplied overnight.

A few of them even managed to snag decent boyfriends or successfully networked their way into elite social circles.

Mira only knew all this because Leah and Elara gossiped about it relentlessly. Her ears were practically bleeding from the constant updates.

Still, it provided some mindless entertainment to break up Mira's grueling study schedule.

One afternoon on the way to the dining hall, Leah pointed at a girl in the distance. "Look. That's Vanessa's newest lapdog."

Mira followed her gaze. "I've only seen her in our dorm once. How do you know she's a lapdog?"

It was true. Elara's father had been pulling in a steady income, and Elara worked part-time whenever she could. They were incredibly frugal, quietly building up a nice little nest egg.

...

After lunch, Mira's phone buzzed with a notification: *FinTech Society meeting scheduled for Thursday afternoon.*

Thankfully, it wasn't on a weekend. Her weekends were strictly reserved for corporate affairs.

Honestly, she blamed Owen. As the CEO, his capabilities were so vast that he could easily absorb her workload as Chairwoman without breaking a sweat.

Yet, he stubbornly insisted that she handle her own executive duties.

His reasoning was bulletproof: *As a boss, you can never outsource your core responsibilities. If you get lazy and the company spirals out of control, regret won't save you.*

Mira knew he had her best interests at heart. Even back in the day, his strict mentoring had always been designed to forge her into a stronger leader.

Otherwise, how could a girl fresh out of high school successfully command a multi-billion-dollar empire, even with the futuristic insights from her past life?