Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 741

"Alright, I'll let Mira know."

Eleanor picked up the phone...

When Mira got home from school that afternoon, her grandmother was already back.

Seeing the older woman looking well enough, she asked, "Grandma, how did things go over there today?"

Eleanor didn't hold back. "Sera and Lawrence went there to stir up trouble..."

At this point, Mira felt absolutely nothing.

"There's one more thing I want to talk to you about," Eleanor said.

"Go ahead."

"Well... I told your mother she could come visit me when you aren't home."

After saying this, Eleanor looked at Mira with a hopeful gaze.

She looked almost sheepish, like a child caught making a mistake.

"I just figured she's so easily swayed. If we don't keep her close, those awful people will completely control her, and that would only cause endless trouble for you."

"It's fine, Grandma. What's done is done. Just make sure she doesn't come around when I'm here."

Lacey was Eleanor's daughter, after all. Since Mira had invited her grandmother to live with her, she had to accept certain compromises.

But that was where she drew the line. Mira would never acknowledge Lacey as her mother again in this lifetime.

Hearing Mira's agreement, Eleanor beamed. "I'm so glad you're okay with it."

Friday afternoon brought another performing arts club meeting.

Hearing that fueled the entire room with newfound motivation.

"However, I think producing a Micro-Series would be the best way to draw in subscribers," Mira continued. "With everyone's talent and looks, plus the prestige of Aethelgard University, it'll be much easier to build a fanbase than it is for the average creator. If we get a script with real viral potential, the results will be incredible."

She was helping her classmates, but she was also quietly laying the groundwork for her own company.

Solflare's Short-Video Platform was still in its infancy. The market was unfamiliar with the format, and the platform needed a wave of trailblazers.

If this small club found success, countless others would follow their lead, eventually normalizing the platform's features for the general public.

"That's exactly what we thought too!" Wesley said, his face lighting up. He eagerly shoved a script into Mira's hands. "Look, we rushed to finish the first draft. Tell us what you think."

"Already? It's only been three weeks," Mira said, raising an eyebrow. "This first series is your flagship project. Don't cut corners."

"We didn't, I promise!" Wesley insisted. "Honestly, it was a massive group effort. It might have only taken three weeks, but we spent every single afternoon huddled together tearing apart the plot points. I did the actual typing, but we all wrote it."