Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 786

At first, a few of the financial bosses thought establishing an association was just an unnecessary hassle that would only complicate their lives.

But it didn't take long for the true motive to click into place.

The so-called "review and approval" process would be entirely controlled by the Association. They could be as lenient or as tyrannical as they pleased.

More importantly, Jude's proposed "limits" on "overly hot" funds was a blatant, targeted attack on Solflare Capital.

Solflare Capital was the undisputed pioneer of massive-scale money market funds. Their client base now exceeded billions of dollars, and that didn't even account for the subsequent launches of the Tier-3 Growth Fund, their high-risk portfolios, futures, and stock offerings.

As realization dawned, the guests turned their stares back toward Mira and Owen.

Lawrence, Seraphina, and their entourage were practically buzzing with anticipation, desperate to see Owen and Mira panic.

"Mira, if I recall correctly, aren't the hottest funds on the market right now issued by your company? What were they called again...?" Seraphina asked loudly.

Her sharp voice acted as a beacon, drawing the attention of the entire banquet hall. In an instant, almost every eye in the room zeroed in on Mira's table.

Was this foreign tycoon orchestrating this entire spectacle just to destroy those two?

From the stage, Jude locked eyes with Mira and Owen. *I wonder if you two appreciate my little surprise?*

"Do you want me to have someone handle this?" Whitlock's confidence finally wavered. He looked at Mira and Owen, discreetly drawing a finger across his throat in a lethal slicing motion.

Mira and Owen just stared at him.

Harvey and the others were equally speechless. Who exactly was Mira's friend? Why was he acting like a mobster?

"No need," Owen smiled coldly. "Business is business. Since they've decided to play their cards out in the open, we'll simply hit back using the exact same methods. Those tactics of yours..."

He caught himself, realizing he couldn't speak too plainly in front of Harvey.

"Those tactics are strictly reserved for extreme emergencies."

"As long as you can handle it. I'm just worried that little punk is going to play dirty."

"It's fine," Mira smiled, completely unfazed.

Meanwhile, the rest of the guests were still watching Mira's table like hawks, waiting for the inevitable meltdown.

Seraphina and her clique were staring the hardest.

*Why are they still whispering to each other? Are they desperately trying to come up with a countermeasure?*

It wasn't just Seraphina, Lawrence, and Jude who thought so. Most of the room assumed they were in full panic mode.

But what could they possibly do? What *was* there to do?

"Why do they look so completely unfazed?" Vanessa murmured.

"Because they're faking it. Owen isn't someone who loses his cool easily," Quinn said softly. It was such a shame her pursuit of him had failed; if only...

"Whose side are you even on?" Lawrence snapped, his temper flaring the moment Quinn defended him.

Since she was his mistress and standing right beside him, how dare she defend that bastard?