Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 873

"I haven't really thought about it, but I suppose so," Mira replied.

It made sense. With Mira's current abilities and social standing, she would command respect anywhere she went. Celine felt a pang of regret about her own lack of progress. She silently vowed to work harder. Even if she couldn't catch up to Mira and Harvey, she had to close the gap as much as possible.

Inside the activity room, everyone was glued to their computers. The only sound was the frantic clacking of keyboards, as if the candlestick charts on their screens were the only things in the world that mattered.

But the moment Mira walked in, heads immediately snapped up to greet her.

"Boss Mercer is here!"

"Hey, Mira!"

"Wow, the trading goddess has arrived!"

Greetings echoed across the room.

Mira turned to Quentin. "Did you assign them a task?"

"I just told them to analyze various stock trends following the recent market crisis. Whoever gives the best core analysis gets a prize. I actually got the inspiration from you—didn't you bring that up last time?" he explained.

"Who's funding the prize?" Mira asked.

"Wesley Langdon," Quentin said, casually sweeping a hand through his hair.

"Wesley truly has a heart of gold," Mira noted.

"I squeezed it out of him. Did you think he volunteered? I bluffed him, saying, 'I heard you made a killing this time; how about you sponsor a prize for the group?' You have no idea. I harassed him for days until he finally got so annoyed he threw a few thousand dollars at me."

"Then on behalf of everyone, allow me to thank our honorable and charming president," Mira said with a laugh.

"No need for thanks. Just let me know when Boss Mercer is going to sponsor a prize. I heard you hauled in the biggest profits this round," Quentin teased.

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