Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 889

Besides, it was a display of grace expected from someone in her position. Why should people respect you if they gained nothing from it?

By the time the car approached the neighborhood gate, the guard in the booth shouted from a distance, "Happy Holidays, Miss Mercer!"

Mira's car was incredibly conspicuous; one look at the Lamborghini, and the guards knew exactly who it was.

She was still driving the custom Lamborghini that Owen had helped her buy last year. Once the clock struck midnight, it would technically be two years old.

Mira pulled out two more envelopes and had Jax Weaver hand them over. "Happy Holidays. Thanks for your hard work."

"Wow, thank you!"

The two young guards beamed from ear to ear.

Just as the window was about to roll up, another guard rushed over. "Me too, Miss Mercer! Don't forget me!"

"Are you out of your mind? You're actually begging for one?" the guard in the booth joked.

Mira smiled, pulled out another envelope, and handed it over.

As the car rolled forward about thirty feet, she heard a voice from behind.

"Why wouldn't I? You think I'm gonna let you guys take all the luck?"

Mira didn't know it yet, but this small act of goodwill would eventually prompt them to alert the police just in time when she found herself in danger.

But that was a story for later.

Upon arriving at the network station, Mira was surprised to run into Owen's crazy ex-fling backstage. Well, 'ex-fling' wasn't entirely accurate—more like his unhinged admirer.

Mira and Gavin Hale had just stepped out of the dressing room and were preparing to head to the stage when they heard someone snap, "Hold it right there."

Mira assumed they were talking to someone else and ignored it.

But a second later, a woman blocked her path. "Miss Voss is talking to you. Are you deaf?"

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