Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 853

New Year's Day was fast approaching, and it was time to finalize the paid song list for the coming year. Mira Mercer didn't want to overcomplicate things; she simply planned to use the top ten most popular tracks.

There was no reason not to take full advantage of the perks of her second chance at life.

Owen Lance still needed to formally hand over his CEO responsibilities to Felix Grant. He was preparing to enter the Lance family enterprise, which meant he would no longer have the time to oversee Solflare Entertainment or his own Vanguard Realty.

However, since Julian Vance had always managed Owen's properties, it wouldn't require much effort.

Meanwhile, Jordan Ellis stood in front of the checkout counter of a small convenience store named Lucky Clover.

"Take me to your boss," he demanded.

"Sir, I am the boss of this store."

The female cashier frowned.

"No, you aren't."

The cashier glanced at Jordan. He was in his forties with an average build, but he stood as tall and straight as a pine. He carried a natural, imposing aura that immediately marked him as a martial arts expert.

His gaze was bright, steady, and unhurried.

Dressed in a simple gray-and-white linen outfit, he looked like a rogue wanderer.

Anyone capable of working the front desk at a place like this naturally had a sharp eye.

"Excuse me, are you here to do business?"

The question was a double entendre. It was a convenience store, so naturally, there were business transactions, and ordinary people would reply with a topic related to groceries.

But anyone who knew the truth would answer, "I need a favor."

Jordan simply said, "I'm looking for Mr. Doyle. Tell him directly that Jordan Ellis is here to see him."

The cashier dialed a number, exchanged a few brief words, and then turned back to Jordan. "Mr. Doyle invites you in."

She then led him to the back of the store.

The supermarket was merely a front; in reality, this was one of Aethelgard's most renowned private detective agencies.

"Jordan, what rock did you crawl out from under? I haven't seen you in years; I thought you were dead."

Sitting in the main hall of the parlor was a small old man with a thick beard. Upon seeing Jordan, he yelled out, his expression caught somewhere between a laugh and a cry.

"Don't worry. Even if you kicked the bucket, I'd still be standing."

"Where the hell have you been all these years?"

Clarence Doyle asked.

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