Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 690

Leah turned to Mira, her curiosity burning. "Is Luna really out? I thought she still had half her sentence left."

Mira's lips curled into a smirk. "Let them celebrate for a bit. By tomorrow, you'll know the whole truth."

Leah leaned in closer. "How did she get out? Come on, just give me a hint."

Hearing footsteps behind them, the two turned to see Elara jogging to catch up.

She was muttering under her breath, "It's so unfair. Why did Luna get released early? Now her little clique is going to be acting all high and mighty again."

"Don't worry about it. They're just a bunch of social climbers," Mira said dismissively.

"But there are plenty of people desperate to suck up to the wealthy Aethelgard heiresses."

"It doesn't matter."

For the rest of the day, Mira threw herself into her studies and managed her live-trading competition portfolio, tuning out the campus drama entirely.

Whenever they had a free moment, Harvey and the others huddled around Mira, agonizing over entry points, exit strategies, and when to increase their positions.

They bombarded her with questions about the reasoning behind every single move.

Leah and Elara were just as intense, and Gavin was constantly hovering over their shoulders, throwing his two cents into the chaos.

Mira finally had to lay down the law. "I know you guys are excited since this is your first time trading, but do not let this distract you from your major courses.

The competition lasts a month. I don't want you guys ending up broke and failing all your classes."

"We know, we know. We're adults, you don't need to act like our mother," Wyatt joked.

His comment made Mira laugh. "Are you going to start calling me 'Mom' now? What about the rest of you?"

"We're older than you, so calling you 'Mom' feels a little weird.

How about we call you 'Professor'?"

Zachary Boone suggested after a moment's thought. He had eventually caved and thrown in two thousand dollars to trade alongside Elara and the girls.

"A professor is practically a generation older than a mom," Mira pointed out.

"That's fine. 'Professor' sounds more distinguished anyway. We humbly submit ourselves as your students."

"At this point, you're not afraid of them insulting you—you're begging them to try! Hahaha.

Compared to Luna secretly hiring Paid Shills, your strategy of openly rewarding your defenders was brilliant."

"It's not like I hand out cash every single time," Mira chuckled.

"You don't have to. The people who got paid remember your generosity."

"No one is directly attacking you, but the people defending Luna are definitely throwing some subtle shade your way."

Just then, Seraphina Quinn sent Mira a text message: Luna is back on campus. She barely spent any time locked up.

Let me give you a piece of advice: she is not someone you want to mess with. You better watch your back, or you won't even know what hit you.

Elara glanced over at the screen and frowned. "Why is your cousin acting like such a psycho?"

Mira quickly typed a reply to Seraphina: Don't worry about me. I'm a survivor. I'll still be standing long after you're gone.

Without hesitating, she pulled up the photo of Luna's Medical Parole Affidavit on her phone and uploaded it directly to the forum.