Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 855

Jordan asked.

"Unlikely."

Owen considered it for a moment before speaking.

"Syndicates typically use financial tactics to snipe other people's assets. You almost never hear of them resorting to assassinations."

"Besides, before we returned home, we became friends with James, the head of the Dyson Sinclair syndicate, and David Adler, the owner of The Larsen Grand."

"I even gave James some pointers on his private equity funds. We also sold the shares of The Larsen Grand back to them."

"There's no way they'd make things difficult for us, let alone try to kill us."

Both men were heads of top-tier international financial groups, and as for the other syndicates, they hadn't interacted with them at all.

Assassinations came with a heavy price, especially when targeting someone with formidable defenses like Mira. Unless there was a blood feud or a massive conflict of interest, no one would resort to such extremes.

"So, that narrows our target down to Mishka."

Jordan thought for a moment.

"Keep a close eye on Lawrence's camp as well. You might dig up a few leads."

"That piece of trash is a rat. I wouldn't be surprised if he's the one who stoked Mishka's hatred for you."

Jordan looked over at Owen. "Since Lord Leonard Lance wants you back, you should officially take up the position next Monday."

"The Lance Group has been ruined by those scumbags for far too long. It's time to take it back."

"I know, Jordan."

In truth, Owen was remarkably obedient around Jordan.

"Jordan, we'll leave the investigation of the assassination to you."

Mira said.

"What else would I be here for? Just to eat your food?"

The old man had a good heart, but his tongue was as sharp as a razor.

"Of course not. I just meant to remind you to get enough rest. Don't overwork yourself."

"I'm not eighty years old yet. I can handle it."

He didn't want Jordan tearing into him.

Mira nodded. "If I slip up, I'll just say you tested me a month ago, and I leveled up after a month of grueling training."

"He'll chew me out for that, too. He ordered me to test you every month."

Owen muttered under his breath.

"Hurry up! What are you two whispering about? Stop dragging your feet!"

Jordan was already yelling from the elevator, holding the doors open with one hand.

"Ah, Owen was just asking if you were cold wearing so few layers."

Jordan scoffed. "You two might freeze, but I won't."

"You slack off on your training, which is why a light breeze is enough to knock you over."

Holding back in martial arts was incredibly difficult, especially in front of a master like Jordan.

A true expert could gauge a person's exact level of skill from the sheer force of a single strike.