Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 894

At noon, Mason and his newlywed wife arrived to exchange holiday greetings with Rachel.

Rachel was still bitterly harboring a grudge because Mason hadn't chosen the sensible accountant girl she had handpicked for him. She hadn't even attended their wedding. As far as she was concerned, she wouldn't be relying on them in her old age anyway.

Since Rachel had refused to go, she had forbidden Mira from attending as well. Mira had secretly planned to sneak out to the ceremony anyway, but she had been tied up trading stocks in the Javenaire Federation at the time.

In the end, she had simply instructed her assistant to send a hundred-thousand-dollar wedding gift on her behalf.

Mason arrived laden with expensive gifts. The moment he walked through the door, he shed his coat, scrubbed his hands, and headed straight for the kitchen to start cooking.

His new bride's name was Daisy Cross. Rachel pointedly ignored her, so Mira had no choice but to step up and play the gracious host.

"Have a seat, Daisy. Have some fruit."

"Thank you, Board Chair!"

Even though Mira addressed her by her first name, Daisy was far too intimidated to speak to her casually.

"We don't use corporate titles in this house. Just call me Mira."

Daisy only managed a nervous, tight-lipped smile. There was no way she had the courage to address the billionaire directly by her first name.

Mira had made the offer; how Daisy chose to address her moving forward was entirely up to her.

During lunch, Mira and Grandma Eleanor went out of their way to keep the atmosphere light and pleasant, purely for Rachel's sake.

When Owen finally ambled downstairs to eat, Jordan immediately leveled a fierce glare at him. Mira quickly intervened, "Let him eat so he can get back to helping me with work."

Jordan shifted his sharp gaze to Owen. "Eat fast. The second you're done, get back to it."

"Yes, Master Ellis."

Jordan scoffed. "Don't call me that. I disown you."

Since Mason and Daisy were present as guests, Jordan mercifully refrained from giving Owen any more grief during the meal.

Owen, knowing exactly when to retreat, finished his plate efficiently and headed straight back upstairs.

Only then did Grandma Eleanor gently pat Jordan's arm. "Go easy on him. It's the holidays. As long as the boy knows he was wrong, that's what matters."

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