Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 886

This year, the Solflare Group's total profits hit a staggering eighty billion dollars, dominating the national charts.

And that didn't even include the twenty billion she had withdrawn before heading to the Javenaire Federation, which she had multiplied fifty-fold, bringing back a trillion dollars.

From those funds distributed as corporate dividends, Mira pocketed nearly five hundred and eighty billion dollars. Owen and her master, the other two major shareholders, each walked away with around one hundred and eighty billion.

The remaining sixty-something billion was divided among executive bonuses and the high-level employees who had pooled their own money into the initial investment.

Among them were the sharp, risk-taking executives who had borrowed cash or even taken out loans to buy in; their investments had also skyrocketed by dozens of multiples.

The rest was allocated for corporate reserves and operational overhead.

With that single masterstroke of market manipulation, Mira had elevated her entire executive board into the ranks of the ultra-wealthy.

Naturally, as the boss, this was exactly the outcome Mira wanted to see.

High compensation bred fierce loyalty and a sense of superiority, while the group's highly competitive structure pushed everyone to stay hungry—the more you worked, the more you earned.

All of Solflare Group's subsidiaries were raking in massive profits, with the sole exception of the tech division currently developing a proprietary smartphone OS, which still required heavy capital injection.

Executives like Felix Grant, Kieran Holt, Solflare Hearth & Grill's Grant Ziegler, and gaming division manager Soren Tate were now bonafide industry titans thanks to their colossal dividend payouts.

Solflare Group wasn't a publicly traded company, so its annual profit margins weren't public record. However, industry insiders could easily guess the sheer scale of their wealth, causing massive ripples across the business world.

Mira allocated a massive budget specifically to reward the top-performing employees across all divisions.

But hosting a centralized annual gala would have been a logistical nightmare, given their presence across the nation and across vastly different industries.

After discussing it with Owen, Mira decided that each subsidiary would host its own independent annual celebration.

The downside was that, with the holidays fast approaching, Mira, Owen, and newly appointed Vice President Felix Grant spent days on end jumping from one corporate gala to the next.

Because of the grueling schedule, Liora's planned class reunion fell through, and Wesley Lane's desperate hopes of having Mira star in his play were crushed.

Practically the entire lead-up to the holidays was spent on the road. Furthermore, as one of the Top Ten Entrepreneurs of the Year, Mira had to prepare a segment for the Mavaria national broadcast's holiday gala.

"Do you want to know what my first impression of you two was?"

Felix asked.

Both of them looked at him, intrigued.

"Mr. Lance, at the time, you were just the Boss's senior from martial arts—a total meathead, basically. No one had any idea what your real background was. I doubt even the Boss knew."

"Exactly, that's exactly what I thought back then.

My only impression of Owen was that he was an incredible fighter, and apart from being ridiculously handsome, that was about it.

When he first joined the bike-sharing startup, I genuinely thought my master had sent him to act as my bodyguard, and maybe to pick up some basic business skills so he wouldn't starve."

"Hahaha..."

Felix burst into breathless laughter, doubling over in the back of the car.