Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 911

Mira explained earnestly.

Despite her high social standing, Mira never threw her weight around or snapped at working-class staff.

"Does Mr. Lance know you're here?"

"No, he doesn't. Could you let him know?"

Mira told the truth.

Just then, one guard reached for the intercom, but the other frantically shot him a look.

"Please go right in, Miss Mercer."

As Mira and her two companions walked inside, the first guard finally asked, "Why didn't you let me call it in?"

"Are you an idiot? You want to get chewed out for keeping his lady waiting?"

"But what if something goes wrong? Just now..."

"That's none of our business."

"But last time..."

"Hey, you don't get it. The current boss isn't Lawrence Lance. And Miss Mercer isn't Miss Quinn. They're decent people with boundaries. Nothing's going to happen."

The inside guards didn't stop Mira either. Arriving at the CEO's office, Silas and his partner tactfully stayed by the door.

When Mira walked in, Owen was in the middle of giving orders. He froze the second he saw her.

"My lady, what brings you here?"

"To check on you, of course. But it looks like you're plenty entertained."

Following her gaze, Owen spotted Vivienne Voss lounging on the couch.

"Why are you still here? What are you doing?" he snapped at Vivienne, terrified Mira would misunderstand.

"I told you I could help you. We need to talk."

Vivienne shot Mira a look, a flicker of smugness in her eyes.

Owen glanced at the security camera. "I'll tell you when we get home. I'm just waiting on one last report. Take a seat and rest; it shouldn't take more than an hour."

As long as there were no unexpected disasters, Mira was content. She sat down nearby and grabbed a magazine.

Ten minutes later, Leonard Lance walked in, followed by a personal assistant.

"Are you Mira Mercer?"

"Ah, hello, Mr. Lance."

Mira offered a polite nod, giving him respect solely for Owen's sake. Then, she covertly assessed the old man's physical health to determine the right dosage for her sedative.

"What are you staring at, young lady?"

"I have a background in medicine. I was just observing your vitals."

"Medicine? I haven't heard that about you." The old man had certainly run background checks on her.

"I'm self-taught. I only treat my own people. If you don't believe me, let me check your pulse."