Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 787

Seeing Quinn get reprimanded by Lawrence, Seraphina's lips curled into a victorious smirk. She gently touched Lawrence's arm. "Don't be angry, Lawrence. They're just putting on a brave face for the crowd. It's all an act."

"Exactly. He's just faking it to look composed. Don't think for a second he's some untouchable mastermind," Lawrence said, glaring at Quinn. His bruised ego was instantly soothed by Seraphina's validation.

Luna leaned in and whispered to Quinn, "Cousin, wake up. If you want to keep Lawrence's favor, you'd better watch what you say. No matter how great Owen is, he's never going to want you."

Quinn was Lawrence's mistress. Luna knew it, and Seraphina knew it too. At this point, Seraphina had simply grown accustomed to it.

Quinn had chased after Owen relentlessly back in the day, using every trick in the book, only to be entirely ignored. Now, she had settled for the next best thing—Lawrence.

However, Quinn's family was only a third-tier power in Aethelgard. They couldn't hold a candle to Seraphina's Quinn family. Because of that, Seraphina's position as the future lady of the Lance family remained perfectly secure.

Returning to the stage.

Jude Vance completely shared Seraphina's assessment—he was convinced Mira and Owen were merely pretending to be calm.

He desperately wanted to see their composed masks shatter, to watch them descend into pure panic.

But as the seconds ticked by, Owen remained chillingly unfazed. It was deeply disappointing for Jude.

Mira's group was still chatting and laughing casually, even snacking on fruit and sipping red wine.

Jude gritted his teeth. "Boss Mercer, Mr. Lance. As heavyweights of the financial sector, surely you have some thoughts regarding the new regulations I've just proposed?"

*Let's see you act smug now. Let's see how you talk your way out of this.*

Jude had laid all his cards on the table: the Association, its authority, and his position as President.

From this day forward, any financial product they tried to launch would require his personal approval. Without his nod, they were entirely paralyzed.

Even their existing money-makers—their funds, wealth management accounts, and futures—would be violently restricted.

The entire banquet hall held its breath, staring unblinking at Mira and Owen.

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