Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1069

Owen watched them with sheer disgust. It was finally time to pull the net tight and show them the consequences of their actions; he had let them live comfortably for far too long.

...

On Mira's end, after settling matters at the estate, she took Grandma Eleanor to the Aethelgard branch of Barlow National Bank. Her hundred-plus crates of flawless emeralds had safely arrived.

"Mira, what exactly are you dragging me out here for?"

"I told you, it's a surprise. You'll see when we get inside."

"Sigh, what kind of surprise could you possibly have for me? Don't tell me you won another massive award?"

"Nope."

"Are you buying me a new wardrobe or fine jewelry?"

"You're getting warmer, but still no."

"I'm done guessing. Do whatever you want."

Eleanor turned her head away in feigned annoyance, though she kept stealing curious glances at her granddaughter, who adamantly refused to spill the secret.

"Mira, you've gone bad. Now you know how to keep people agonizing in suspense."

"What's wrong with a little suspense? It builds anticipation."

"Any more anticipation and you're going to trigger my heart condition."

Eleanor resorted to a classic guilt trip.

"Don't worry, I brought the best medicine."

It was incredibly rare for Mira to playfully tease her grandmother, and she fully intended to stretch it out.

"You... you little brat..."

As the car smoothly pulled into the VIP parking lot of Barlow National Bank, Mira smiled. "We're here."

Eleanor looked up at the towering architecture. "A bank! Hey, Mira, why are we at a bank? A foreign one at that."

"Grandma, I'm opening an account for you. From now on, I'm wiring you daily pocket money."

"Pocket money?"

"Yes, pocket money."

"I have plenty of money, I don't need yours."

"Your money is yours. Mine is a token of my love."

Mira replied smoothly as she led the way inside.

"Didn't you say it's always smart to hoard fine jewelry as a hedge against inflation? It appreciates, makes great gifts, and always comes in handy."

"Yes, but you don't buy a whole shipping crate of them! Emeralds aren't cabbages you pick up at the farmer's market!"

Mira unlocked the first crate and flipped the lid. "Wow! Flawless imperial emeralds."

Even with a lifetime of handling priceless artifacts, Eleanor was completely stunned by the sheer blinding brilliance.

She picked up the raw, perfectly cut stones one by one, her hands trembling. "They're flawless! Absolute perfection! How much did all of this cost?"

"How much do you think this one crate is worth?"

"At current market value, this single crate is sitting in the nine figures."

"Nine figures? Grandma, really?"

"My appraiser's eye is never wrong. If anything, they're worth far more."

"So, you're saying these hundred crates are worth over ten billion dollars?"

Eleanor insisted with utter certainty, "Easily more. Every single piece is a multi-million-dollar asset. Mira, look me in the eye and tell me the truth. How much did you pay for this?"

Please don't tell me she liquidated her entire nest egg for this.