Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 729

When Mira and Owen returned home, Rachel served up a comforting, slow-simmered soup. It was a staple waiting for Mira every time she came back.

Rachel always worried that she wasn't eating well or adapting to the food outside.

“See? My place is the best, isn't it?”

Mira said between spoonfuls of soup.

Most hired help wouldn't be this thoughtful.

Owen nodded.

“You should just marry me and take my last name.”

Owen cast an amused glance her way. “We're both lone wolves. Does it matter who takes whose name?”

“It does. If you take my name, you answer to me. I rule the roost.”

“I have absolutely no problem answering to my future wife.”

“That's what I like to hear.”

Finishing their soup, the two retreated to the study.

They picked out a few urgent tasks and began to work.

Mira casually opened a media site. “Wow! Look, it's all news about us.”

The first thing that caught her eye on the front page was a striking photo of the two of them.

Mira kept scrolling, checking several news platforms, and found exactly the same thing.

Some reporters even went as far as calling it “Owen Lance's Engagement Party,” attaching photos of them in their formal wear.

After scrolling for a while, she couldn't find a single article about Lawrence and Seraphina.

“How did this happen?”

“Exactly as expected.

The media only cares about engagement and clicks. They don't have the bandwidth for anything else.”

“But they were invited by the Lance family.”

“Am I not a Lance?”

As for internal family conflicts, the media didn't care about that right now.

“Do you think Lawrence and Seraphina will be furious?”

Grandma Eleanor took a breath and continued, “You thought the Lance family could bring you more profit, so you actively chose Lawrence over Mira.

And now you have the nerve to blame her?

I'm too old to deal with this mess. You're on your own.”

“Mom, people have different ambitions. In my eyes, Lawrence is attentive and capable. What's wrong with him?”

Gwen wasn't about to back down.

“Fine. I hope things stay fine for you forever.”

“Mom, what's done is done. There's no point in arguing about it anymore, so just let it go.”

Sebastian said.

“Who wants to manage your disastrous affairs anyway? Wasn't it your wife spouting nonsense and blaming Mira just now?”

Gwen wanted to retort but was stopped by Sebastian.

Miles chimed in again. “Dad, did Mira really build Solflare Group into a billion-dollar empire in a single year?”

Ever since he returned home, all he had heard from his mother and sister was how awful his cousin was—how she disowned her biological parents, ignored her brother, and constantly caused trouble. He had honestly believed she was a nightmare.