Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1112

"Let me guess. You want to rope James in as well?"

"Exactly. His family practically owns the international banking sector."

The domestic and international markets were two entirely different beasts.

Dictated by wildly varying social systems, consumer habits, and economic climates, bridging the gap required meticulous, step-by-step training for homegrown talent.

For now, they desperately needed a legion of seasoned international experts to hit the ground running.

James was already a legendary banking tycoon.

Making him a shareholder would align his family's vast interests with theirs, granting Solflare Group unrestricted access to his premier talent pool.

They would also inherit decades of invaluable technical expertise and guidance.

Owen mulled it over. "I have a friend in Estoria who is a genius in the banking sector. I'll poach him when the time is right."

"Owen, I need you to be the president of the central branch. You'll be the one keeping the entire operation in check."

To her surprise, he didn't immediately agree. "And what about my company? Who runs that?"

"You will, obviously. You can juggle both."

"Are you trying to work me to death?"

Owen scoffed, turning his head away.

"Owen—!"

Mira threw her arms around him, batting her eyelashes playfully.

"Haven't you been training your executives for exactly this? Once we get back and clear out those lingering parasites, you can just hand the reins over to your vice president.

Then you'll be completely free to anchor the bank for us."

Building an international bank from the ground up was something Felix Grant simply couldn't handle; he lacked the necessary global exposure.

Bringing in an outsider right out of the gate was a massive security risk. Mira would only trust someone like Owen to hold the keys to the kingdom.

Owen's eyes suddenly glinted with mischief. "If you're going to treat me like a corporate workhorse, shouldn't there be some kind of compensation?"

So that was his endgame.

"Not a problem. You can skim whatever you want from Solflare Group's profits. Set your own salary and equity split,"

Mira declared, playing the part of a magnanimous billionaire perfectly.

Mira kept her stern facade.

"Twenty means you'll hit the legal age to marry. Don't you think we should..."

"Absolutely not. I am not getting married until I graduate. Are you going to take the job or not?"

She broke his hold, turning toward the door once more.

"Alright, alright, I yield! I'll take the damn job."

Mira finally let a brilliant smile break through. "That's more like it."

"Mira, I swear I must owe you a massive karmic debt from a past life."

"Don't be so dramatic. Maybe destiny just put you here to be my ultimate wingman."

"Yeah, yeah. Just your faithful wingman."

Owen quietly made up his mind. Once they were back home, he would just relentlessly wear down Grandma Eleanor.

The sweet old woman had a soft spot for him; she would definitely green-light a spring wedding.

Master Ellis, on the other hand, was a lost cause—the man would side with Mira unconditionally.