Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1080

Over the past two years, her portfolio had exploded—an entertainment agency, a bike-sharing empire, a hot pot franchise, luxury hotels, a gaming studio, a financial firm, and now a cutting-edge mobile operating system currently in development.

One powerhouse enterprise after another had launched onto the global stage. Her core team, composed of top-tier talent poached from across the country, grew stronger with every passing day.

Her wealth had snowballed at a terrifying rate, transforming her from an absolute nobody into a tycoon worth billions of dollars.

Owen had a gut feeling that, in the near future, Mira's net worth would eclipse the wealthiest players on the planet.

With the relentless expansion of the digital age, her Solflare Group was poised to become an unprecedented, new-era multinational conglomerate.

Owen himself had long been hailed throughout Aethelgard as a legendary business prodigy and an elite titan of industry, but when he looked at Mira, he felt he still fell short.

She was a genius—a true visionary among visionaries.

She was wildly intelligent and furiously driven, but she lacked the seasoned grit of a veteran, and her empire was expanding at a volatile speed.

Even a genius needed time to grow and an environment to thrive.

Without protection, she could easily be crushed by the industry's apex predators before she ever reached her full potential.

Moving forward, he would be her shield, weathering every storm and protecting her as she conquered the world.

Lost in thought, Owen and his two bodyguards strode into the gleaming lobby.

"Good evening, Mr. Lance!"

The security guards and receptionists greeted him with familiar, polite deference. Although he had officially stepped down from his executive role at Solflare, the staff was still accustomed to addressing him with the utmost respect.

Just six months ago, he had practically lived in this building.

Back when Mira was juggling her university courses and an endless array of private studies, Owen had taken the reins of the entire Solflare Group.

But the moment she had a spare breath or an ounce of energy, he would dramatically drop his responsibilities. He deliberately pushed the workload back onto her shoulders, playing the part of a man who simply couldn't be bothered to help.

In reality, it was a calculated move to force her hand, teaching her how to lead by throwing her into the fire.

Felix Grant, having heard the commotion from the adjacent CEO's office, strolled over to greet them.

Owen shot him a dry look. "Since when did you start mimicking Marcus Sterling's slick routines?"

Marcus Sterling was the former Vice President of Solflare Entertainment back in Melvion City. Armed with a silver tongue and an uncanny knack for reading the room, Mira had poached him for the executive suite, and he now served as the Group's PR Director.

Felix, on the other hand, was the quintessential powerhouse CEO—traditionally stoic, intensely dominant, and relentlessly driven.

"I figure there's no harm in borrowing a page from Marcus's playbook every now and then."

Felix replied with an easy smile.

Inwardly, he scoffed. I might be a stone-cold boss to my subordinates, but am I seriously supposed to act that way in front of the people signing my paychecks?

"Marcus is fine where he is, but he belongs in Public Relations. You're the CEO. Don't go losing your edge."