Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 879

Eleanor had probably never encountered someone so openly shameless in her entire life.

Concerned about the older woman, Mira leaned in to comfort her. "She's just a bit boy-crazy. Please don't take it to heart, Grandma Eleanor."

"It takes all kinds to make a world. I've seen it all," Eleanor replied with an easy wave of her hand. "I'm perfectly fine, dear. Go on and tend to your work. Don't fuss over me."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mira pressed, still slightly worried.

"I'm fine. At my age, very little phases me. Everyone has their quirks."

"Tell me, dear. Are you still in school?" Eleanor then turned her attention back to Sienna.

Liora covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, while Celine continued to shoot her cousin lethal glares.

It took Sienna a solid moment to snap out of her daze. "Yeah, I am."

"What year are you?"

"Freshman in college."

"College?" Eleanor scrutinized Sienna from head to toe. "What kind of university would accept someone like you? Their standards must be appallingly low."

Somewhere, the admissions board of Sienna's college was likely sneezing. They had only accepted her because her family had paid a small fortune in donations, and now their entire academic reputation was being shredded by a sweet old lady.

For the next few minutes, Liora and Celine sat by as highly entertained spectators while Eleanor casually interrogated Sienna.

Seeing that Eleanor was perfectly calm and actually amused by the situation, Mira relaxed. If Sienna's sheer absurdity was providing the older woman with some free entertainment, then so be it.

Owen emerged from the bedroom, grabbed a glass of water, and immediately joined Mira as they headed upstairs to her home office.

Even as he walked away, Sienna's predatory gaze remained glued to Owen's broad back until he completely disappeared from sight.

Once the office door clicked shut, Owen turned to Mira. "What is wrong with that girl downstairs?"

"She's Celine's cousin. She's... clearly lacking some social awareness," Mira deflected, shooting him a slightly guilty look. "But she's harmless. She's not violent or anything."

Owen relaxed marginally and answered her question. "The old man did more than just compensate them. He gave them his own private residence to live in. But I don't care where they go. I just wanted my mother's property back."

"Where is your grandfather going to live then? Is he moving in with them?"

"I highly doubt it. He can't stand Lawrence's mother for more than five minutes. Living with her would probably give him a heart attack."

"Well, kicking them out definitely escalated the hostility between you and them," Mira noted thoughtfully. "Lawrence is probably plotting a way to retaliate against us as we speak."

"I wanted this hostility. Let him plot," Owen replied, his tone chillingly calm. "Whatever trick he tries to pull, we'll crush it."

Suddenly, Mira gasped. "Owen, look! Emerald Messenger is almost ready. We can officially launch it just in time for the New Year," she said, excitedly pointing at her screen.

Owen leaned over to look, a proud smile breaking through his serious demeanor. "You're brilliant, my lady. Another one of your visions brought to life."

"It's going to revolutionize how people communicate. And, more importantly, it's going to be a massive new revenue stream for us."