Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 998

Owen pulled the door open. "Can I help you?"

Mira blinked in surprise. It was York Vance, and Callum Young had brought Felicia Foster along.

"We had some free time tonight, so we thought we'd come chat,"

York said with a smile.

"Sorry, the tour really took it out of us today. We're not in the mood for company,"

Owen rejected them flatly.

"Ah, got it. We'll try again another day,"

Callum said, flashing an easy smile to smooth over the awkwardness.

Mira knew they weren't here just to socialize—they had actual business to discuss. But with Felicia tagging along, a real conversation was impossible.

It wasn't that Mira and Owen mistrusted York and Callum; they simply didn't trust Felicia.

As Master Ellis always warned, a jealous woman was a terrifying wild card, and Mira wasn't about to gamble with their lives.

Military men like York operated with straightforward loyalty, rarely suspecting their own comrades.

Ultimately, they just belonged to two entirely different worlds.

As the trio walked away, Felicia muttered her complaints. "Hmph, these rich corporate snobs just look down on soldiers. They don't want anything to do with us..."

"Stop talking nonsense and trying to stir up drama. They've been on their feet all day and just want to turn in early,"

York snapped, annoyed.

Both he and Callum secretly knew the truth: Mira and Owen refused to discuss sensitive plans with Felicia present. After Felicia's explosive outburst at the boot camp, any trust Mira had for her was irreparably broken.

But as a deputy commander, Felicia had rank; York and Callum couldn't just exclude her from their nightly visits.

Back in the room, the unexpected visit forced Mira to adjust their strategy.

Originally, the Iron Wolves, Jax, and the rest were all supposed to head out together. But with this new complication, they had to leave one person in each room to handle any sudden emergencies.

So, the Iron Wolves were split up—one stationed in Master Ellis's room, and the other holding down Mira and Owen's.

By now, it was eleven at night, and the corridors were dead quiet. Mira hacked into the motel's network, freezing every internal and external camera for exactly sixty seconds.

Down at the front desk, Daisy was already out cold, knocked unconscious by the sedative Mira had laced onto a dollar bill earlier.

As for the security guards at the door, a quick burst of fast-acting knockout gas handled them instantly as the group slipped past.

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