Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1215

"Lawrence was already deeply involved in illegal activities, yet while he was out on bail with a criminal record, you actually brought him into the Quinn Group's executive office, giving him direct access to highly classified corporate secrets!"

Mira locked her cold gaze onto Sebastian. "Did you genuinely believe that Miles, with his limited experience, could outmaneuver an old, devious fox like Lawrence?"

"Lawrence possesses zero legitimate business acumen, but when it comes to underhanded, malicious schemes, he's in a league of his own."

"Let me put it plainly: even if you two combined your brains, you'd still be utterly outmatched by him."

"You should be thanking your lucky stars that the police arrested him when they did. Otherwise, a starving, cornered wolf like Lawrence would have devoured the Quinn Group whole, draining every last drop of your utility."

"If things had escalated to that point, you would have lost far more brutally than you are now."

"And once Seraphina lost her strategic value to him, being relegated to a mere decorative wife would have been her best-case scenario—more likely, he would have kicked her to the curb."

"Given the vicious nature of Lawrence and Jocelyn, there's an even more horrifying possibility: an 'accidental' death or a sudden 'fatal illness'."

"So the very fact that you're standing here breathing today means you owe a massive debt of gratitude to the police."

Though Sebastian and Miles remained silent, their faces visibly drained of color, proving that Mira's terrifying analysis had finally pierced through their delusions.

"Alright, let's get down to business," Mira said crisply.

She adjusted her posture.

"I'm giving you twenty billion dollars. That's more than enough to resurrect your entire empire. You don't have to pay a single cent back. Consider my debt for you saving my life officially settled."

Mira was paying an astronomical price for a past favor, right at their most desperate hour!

If Sebastian had saved an ordinary person back then, he wouldn't have seen a fraction of a million dollars in his lifetime.

"Mira, I've heard the wealth management products at Solflare National Bank yield incredible returns. So far, all your long-term investors have made a killing," Miles said.

Realizing Mira's firm intent to settle the debt, and knowing they desperately needed the capital, Miles briefly hesitated before finally accepting the massive financial lifeline.

Armed with twenty billion dollars, the Quinn Group would undoubtedly bounce back with terrifying speed.

Hearing his words, Mira paused mid-step. "Manage it however you see fit. I don't give advice on market investments."

Owen, however, tossed them a piece of parting advice. "You should use this golden opportunity to liquidate your toxic assets and focus entirely on high-quality operations. Since you're injecting your own capital now, use it to forcefully purge the fair-weather shareholders who betrayed you."

"Thank you for the advice!" Miles's eyes lit up with fierce determination. Historically, both he and his father had been far too soft, lacking the necessary ruthlessness to trim the fat.

Regardless, the debt Mira owed Sebastian was officially wiped clean. From this day forward, whether the Quinn family flourished or perished, Mira would never look their way again.