Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 850

The moment Mira walked through the door, she wrapped Grandma Eleanor and Rachel in a tight hug.

"Welcome back, Boss."

Martha greeted warmly as she immediately began carrying steaming dishes to the dining table.

It was time for lunch, as Mira and the team had already eaten breakfast at the hotel.

"Where's Ethan?"

Grandma Eleanor asked, her eyes searching for her grandson.

"He had to head straight back to Melvion City. An urgent business matter came up.

He told me to apologize and promised he'd come visit you properly during the holidays."

Mira smoothly covered for her brother, not wanting the older woman to feel slighted.

"Right, right, business comes first. As long as you kids are safe, I'm happy."

Having spent her own life building an empire, Grandma Eleanor fully understood and respected their relentless drive.

"Grandma, who's the old guy?"

Mira asked, pointing blatantly at her mentor on the couch.

They had been chatting at the door for ten minutes, while Master Ellis sat stubbornly in front of the TV, waiting for Mira and Owen to formally greet him.

The two of them had simply decided to pretend he was invisible.

Grandma Eleanor and Rachel exchanged helpless looks; the mentor-disciple dynamic was utterly ridiculous, leaving Grandma Eleanor wondering if she was supposed to do the introductions.

Eventually, she played along. "Oh, my memory is just terrible these days.

Hurry up and say hello to your mentor, he flew all the way out here just to see you."

"Oh my gosh, Master Ellis! You're finally here! I feel so safe now that my favorite person is in the room."

Mira gasped dramatically, rushing over to hug the old man's arm.

"Absolutely. With you here, a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders."

Owen chimed in smoothly.

Master Ellis smacked the back of Owen's head. "You little punk, you were pretending I wasn't here, weren't you? I'm a grown man taking up half the couch, are you blind?"

He completely ignored Mira's role in the joke and directed all his wrath at Owen—his blatant favoritism on full display.

"Mira was busy hugging Grandma, and I was distracted with the luggage, so..."

Owen stammered, trying to defend himself.

"Hmph. You steal my precious disciple and don't even have the decency to tell me."

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