Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1135

What caught everyone off guard was that Luna hadn't just thrown Vivienne under the bus—she had dragged Seraphina right into the line of fire with her.

By that afternoon, both Vivienne and Seraphina were in police custody.

Naturally, as co-conspirators in the Balkan Underworld scandal, Luna and Seraphina endured a level of public vitriol that easily rivaled—if not surpassed—the hatred directed at Vivienne.

But the undisputed target of the nation's absolute loathing remained Lawrence Lance, whose name dominated the trending hate lists daily.

That evening, as they relaxed in their penthouse, Mira scrolled through the headlines. "She really is Jocelyn's blood," she remarked to Owen. "Ruthless to the core. She didn't even hesitate to sell out Seraphina."

"Evil always ends up cannibalizing itself,"

Owen replied, glancing over at her.

As for that toxic faction of the Lance family, Mira and Owen had already played their cards. Now, all that was left was to sit back and watch the carnage unfold.

Later that night, Jordan Ellis handed Owen a thick manila folder. "Here is the compiled evidence of Jocelyn's criminal history over the years."

Owen had specifically requested Jordan to personally oversee this investigation. The Lance faction had been meticulous, burying their tracks so deeply that standard private investigators always hit a dead end.

Only a master operative like Jordan had the underground resources to unearth these buried skeletons.

Owen took the folder, dropping onto the sofa as he immediately began reviewing the files. Mira nudged him sharply in the ribs before turning to Jordan. "Thank you for the hard work, Jordan. Go grab something to eat."

Owen had a bad habit of bypassing basic pleasantries, and Mira didn't want Jordan feeling underappreciated.

"At least Mira has some manners,"

Jordan grumbled, shooting Owen a dirty look. "Take some notes from your wife."

Despite his gruff tone, the tension in Jordan's shoulders eased visibly.

Once Jordan headed toward the kitchen, Mira lowered her voice. "He spent days running down these leads, and you just grab the file without a single 'thank you'. Seriously, Owen."

When the grieving parents came looking for answers, Jocelyn used the same vile recording to silence them. "Make a scene, and I'll ruin your dead daughter's reputation by leaking her filthy video."

The parents were ordinary, working-class citizens. Terrified by the Lance family's immense wealth and power, they choked back their grief and retreated.

The sheer agony of the injustice broke the mother's spirit, and she passed away shortly after.

The father was the only one left alive, enduring his twilight years in absolute, desolate isolation.

And that horrific tragedy was just one line item in the file.

There was another incident involving a high-society gala. A server had accidentally spilled a drop of wine on Jocelyn's gown, and Jocelyn had viciously slapped the girl across the face.

But the server was employed by the host, and the hostess of the event immediately confronted Jocelyn over the blatant disrespect.

Since Jocelyn was universally detested among Aethelgard's elite, several other socialites quickly backed the hostess. During the heated argument, one woman explicitly mocked Jocelyn for being nothing but a glorified mistress who had trapped Richard.