Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 844

Hearing Mira's words, Owen agreed. "You're right. It's time to deal with that family once and for all."

They had been living entirely too comfortably for far too long.

Owen turned to Hank. "You handle Mishka. We're washing our hands of it."

"Alright, I'll take care of it." Hank didn't try to shirk the responsibility, knowing he was the one who provoked her in the first place.

The next day, the group relaxed in the safety of the hotel, making full use of the luxury lounges, the private pools, and the upscale amenities.

Standing on the observation deck offered a breathtaking, panoramic view of the entire Manhattan skyline.

There were even gaming tables, though the stakes were strictly capped—meant for casual entertainment, not high-roller gambling.

They had spent the past few days running on pure adrenaline and anxiety. Now that the profits were secured in their accounts, they could finally let loose and enjoy themselves.

In gratitude for Mira guiding him to such astronomical profits, Hank addressed Mira and Owen. "Everything's on me. I'm picking up the tab for all your expenses."

That included every dime spent by Mira, Owen, their assistants, and their security detail over the past few days, right down to their round-trip flights.

They didn't bother arguing with him. If he wanted to throw his money around, let him—he had certainly made more than enough to cover it.

However, Harvey and Ethan were expected to reimburse Hank for their own tabs, as the rates at The Larsen Grand were astronomically high.

On top of that, they still had to split the hefty security fees for Vaughn and his team.

At noon, Owen and Mira treated Jack Callahan, the man overseeing the Master's operations in the Javenaire Federation, to lunch. He was a foreigner, but he spoke flawless Mavarian.

As the Master always said, locals always had the best grasp of their own territory.

Mira offered him a cool million dollars as a token of gratitude, but he vehemently refused.

"We don't charge our own people for services."

But Mira and Owen insisted. "We made a fortune this time. Think of it as a bonus for the guys, a 'thank you' for grinding so hard these past few days. You know what a bonus is, right?"

Jack nodded with a laugh. "Yeah, I get it—it's like a tip! Haha... Don't let my passport fool you. I know all about Mavarian social etiquette. I went to school in Mavaria and lived there for years."

If he really handed him fifty million, Wesley would be raking in money he hadn't earned.

"I offered him the fifty million we agreed on, but he flat-out refused to take more than a million. We compromised, and I ended up giving him five million."

"Seems like the guy has a solid head on his shoulders."

The bottom line was that no one had expected the payout to be this astronomical. If they hadn't turned a profit—or worse, lost everything—Wesley would have worked for free.

Besides, executing trades of that magnitude was incredibly taxing. Sure, he wasn't liable for losses, but that only applied if he executed everything flawlessly.

What if a slip-up on his end caused a catastrophic loss? Even if Harvey didn't press charges, his reputation in the financial world would be permanently ruined.

To Mira's surprise, a server approached them just before dinner. "Our boss would like to invite you to join him for dinner."

The 'boss' the server referred to was the head of The Larsen Grand.

News from Wall Street had traveled fast to The Larsen Grand. As the biggest winners of this chaotic period, Mira and her team had inevitably caught the attention of the powerful syndicates.