Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1310

The moment the idea formed, Mira crossed the hall to speak with the middle-aged couple.

In this lifetime, she didn't offer them any business connections, opting to just pay a premium for the property, though she did strongly suggest they pivot to manufacturing electric scooters.

Even as cars became the norm, electric scooters remained incredibly convenient and eco-friendly, guaranteeing a massive market.

Just like her past life, Mira paid a bit extra to keep the apartment fully furnished exactly as it was.

Mira originally planned to hire a cleaning service, but her adoptive parents shot the idea down, calling it a waste of money.

So, they took matters into their own hands, bringing George, Sarah, and Ryan over to scrub the place down before moving in the very next day, though Mira eventually caved and hired Rachel anyway.

Part of it was to take the burden off her adoptive mother, but the reality was that Sarah's mountain upbringing meant she was completely unfamiliar with high-end ingredients, leaving her culinary skills miles behind Rachel's seasoned expertise.

While Mira didn't share a deep emotional bond with Rachel in this lifetime, the generous salary was enough to persuade her to take the job, especially since working for Mira was infinitely more relaxed than dealing with the Mercer family.

Sarah and George grumbled about the extra expense of having a maid, but seeing Mira's unyielding stance, they finally dropped it.

With her home base secure, Mira finalized her plans with Ethan to conquer Wall Street.

Meanwhile, Ethan was busy wrestling with Julian over his life choices.

"Julian, skip the race this time. I've got something way more exciting lined up."

"What could you possibly have that's fun? Is there anything on this planet more thrilling than racing?

You're so incredibly boring."

Julian scoffed, polishing his multi-million-dollar race car.

Ethan rolled his eyes.

"Are you really going to race knowing someone is out for your blood?"

Left with no other options, Ethan dropped the heavy artillery.

"Bullshit! Do I look like a pushover?

No one dares touch me on the international circuit. Now that I'm finally racing on home turf, you think some punk is going to take me out?"

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