Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1212

Sebastian remembered what it was like when Mira first arrived in Aethelgard; he had been furious to hear she was kicked out of her home in Melvion City and felt a deep sympathy for her.

At first, Mira seemed to get along perfectly fine with Gwen and Seraphina.

He knew she was exceptionally capable, but he had assumed her talents were strictly limited to the arts.

After all, she had hosted that massive concert in Aethelgard, overshadowing the Lance family and achieving phenomenal success.

As for Solflare Entertainment, he knew of it, but he simply assumed the company belonged to Owen.

At the time, they genuinely believed it was impossible for a young woman to build such a massive corporation in such a short period—they wouldn't have believed it even if their lives depended on it.

Truth be told, Eleanor had thought the exact same thing back then.

But ever since Mira started school in Aethelgard, the layers began to peel back, revealing just how terrifyingly brilliant she truly was...

On Mira's end, after ending the call, she dialed Owen's number. "Come to the Solflare Grand Hotel after work. Miles wants to discuss something with me."

With the unspoken chemistry they had developed over the years, Owen instantly knew what this was about.

When Mira stepped out of her office building, Owen's car was already waiting, and as they pulled up to the Solflare Grand Hotel, they were surprised to find Sebastian and Miles standing rigidly by the entrance.

"Sebastian, why are you waiting outside? Didn't Mira give you the private room number?"

Owen looked slightly confused.

Hearing his voice, the two men looked over; Mira and Owen had just finished work, and despite wearing simple business casual attire, they radiated an undeniable aura of power and absolute authority.

In stark contrast, even though Sebastian and Miles still held decent social standing, the agonizing stress of the past few weeks and the imminent collapse of their empire had stripped them of every ounce of their former confidence.

He was worried the bosses might think the hotel had offered poor service.

Sebastian and Miles exchanged a bitter look—who the hell was he calling 'gentlemen' in such a patronizing tone?

But beggars couldn't be choosers, and they forced themselves to swallow their pride.

Owen and Mira didn't bother explaining their relationship to the manager.

They rarely interacted with the Quinn family anymore, and if they made a point to highlight their connection, the manager would inevitably treat the two men like royalty in the future—an unnecessary waste of resources.

A single casual remark from someone in power would always be endlessly magnified by their subordinates.

Once they entered the private room, they found the table meticulously set with freshly cut fruit, delicate pastries, and a fully stocked cabinet of premium beverages.