Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 715

"You're actually going? Count me out."

Mira turned her head away stubbornly.

"My uncle sent me an invitation, and I already told them no."

She crossed her arms, a slight pout on her lips.

Owen couldn't help but laugh at her expression. She could be so fiercely independent, yet still show glimpses of her youth.

"You made the right call rejecting them. Cut the dead weight.

But trust me, Lawrence and his inner circle are absolutely terrified of me showing up."

The invitation had been delivered directly by Lord Leonard's people. The Lance patriarch was desperate to project an image of a united family front and had practically begged Owen to attend.

But the moment Owen stepped into that ballroom, he would effortlessly command the room's attention, entirely eclipsing Lawrence on his big night.

More importantly, Owen's presence as the late Mrs. Lance's son would immediately remind high society of how the current Mrs. Lance had clawed her way to the top as a mistress.

Lord Leonard's sordid past affairs would be the hottest topic of the evening.

Of course Lawrence's faction didn't want him there.

"So, are we really going to give them exactly what they want by staying away?"

"Absolutely not."

Mira's eyes suddenly lit up with dangerous excitement.

"When they see us walk through those doors, they'll lose their minds. And when people get angry, they get reckless. They make mistakes.

And the moment they slip up, we strike."

Mira's strategic mind clicked everything into place.

Taking down the Lance family wasn't going to be as simple as dismantling Porter Entertainment with a few aggressive market moves.

After Porter Entertainment swallowed the Mercer family assets, their net worth was only a little over a hundred billion. The Lance family's empire was easily ten times that size.

And her previous victory had been heavily bankrolled by the tens of billions Ethan Mercer had funneled out of the Mercer Group as a safety net.

Even though Mira's personal wealth had skyrocketed since then, liquidating enough capital to launch a hostile takeover against the Lances was physically impossible.

Owen leaned over to analyze her transaction history. "Solid fundamentals. The companies backing these stocks are financially sound. Even in a worst-case scenario, your downside is capped, and your positions hedge against each other perfectly.

Your entry and exit points are incredibly precise.

But none of these are the high-volatility momentum stocks dominating the market right now.

You're guaranteed to turn a profit, but your chances of taking first place are slim. You have an early lead, but you haven't put any real distance between yourself and the rest of the pack.

There are a handful of competitors right on your heels."

"I intentionally avoided the hyped-up momentum stocks. They're too crowded, which means institutional whales can manipulate them in a heartbeat.

Those tickers require second-by-second babysitting. Between my classes and running Solflare, I don't have the bandwidth to watch the tape all day.

Plus, all the seniors are running identical portfolios chasing the exact same tech stocks. If I just mirrored their strategy, I wouldn't learn anything.

That completely defeats the purpose.

My current picks might not secure the grand prize, but they're bulletproof. With my risk management, a solid return is locked in.

I started with a hundred thousand dollars in principal, and I've already tripled it. Who cares about the prize money?"