Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 702

She heeded Owen's advice and avoided the dorms entirely. While on campus, Vane and his partner never strayed more than thirty feet from her side.

They remained completely out of sight, but the moment the slightest disturbance occurred, they would materialize instantly to protect her.

Lately, they had been utilizing high-level tactical camouflage and disguise techniques they rarely needed to deploy.

It wasn't literal invisibility, of course. Rather, they seamlessly blended into the environment, masquerading as ordinary students or faculty members, vanishing perfectly into the crowded campus.

Two weeks passed without a single incident or suspicious figure near Mira. However, Luna Lance made her grand return to the university.

That same day, the Aethelgard Social Forum officially posted a medical certificate clearing Luna of her "Psychiatric Disability." During the Monday morning assembly, she stood before the entire student body and faculty to issue a highly publicized apology to Mira.

Mira's response was cool and measured. "The incident is in the past. The administration and the police handled the matter appropriately at the time, and I have no intention of holding a grudge."

In front of such a massive crowd, maintaining a composed public image was essential.

At noon, while Mira and Elara were having lunch in the cafeteria, Leah awkwardly shuffled over to their table.

"Mira, why haven't you been coming back to the dorms lately?"

"I have business to handle at home."

Mira offered a dismissive reply and completely ignored her afterward.

Ever since the brawl, Leah had meticulously avoided hanging out with Mira and Elara. She had even withdrawn the two thousand dollars she had initially put up to learn investing from Mira.

Since Leah had made her choice, Mira felt zero obligation to entertain her.

Friendship meant standing together through thick and thin. You couldn't just stick around to reap the benefits and then vanish into thin air the second things got dangerous, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.

Honestly, if a situation ever truly threatened the safety of her inner circle, Mira would be the first one to distance herself to protect them.

If an assassination attempt occurred, professional hitmen wouldn't make the amateur mistake of hitting the wrong target.

Contracts that mobilized that caliber of operative started at over a million dollars; they rigorously verified their marks before ever making a move.

How could they possibly botch the hit?

Elara chimed in, "She's been having a rough time lately anyway. Vanessa and her clique are ignoring her, and now that she's burned bridges with you, she's completely isolated."

"That's the bed she made," Mira replied.

After afternoon classes, Mira and the crew headed to the study hall, kicking off their session by analyzing the stock charts as usual.

Based on insider intel, Mira anticipated significant volatility in a specific stock that evening.

Elara and Harvey sat flanking Mira, while the others took their positions across the table, completely focused.

"Are your funds ready? Go all in on Stock C. Max it out. Set a hard exit for thirty minutes from now. Liquidate Stock F immediately, and cut your holdings in Stock E by half..."

"But Stock C is still tanking,"

Harvey noted, clearly confused.

"If you wait for the upward trend, you'll be too late."