Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 952

"I assumed our company was beneath you."

Mira turned her head away playfully. Quentin really was asking for a beating.

"I haven't ascended to godhood yet! How could I look down on Solflare Capital?

Hey, Mira, I actually have a few buddies who want to get into Solflare Capital too. Could you pull some strings and arrange it?"

"Well, I'd have to check how many openings the company has before I can give you an answer."

"Awesome, please look into it for me."

"Hold on, how many friends are we talking about? And are they actually capable?"

"Relax, my guys are top-tier. Who do you think I am? Would I associate with deadbeats?"

"Fine, as long as you don't drag a bunch of dead weight into the company."

Mira suddenly remembered something. "Wait, weren't you planning on going to grad school?"

"The ideal is beautiful, but reality is harsh! I have no choice.

I want to go to grad school, but I probably won't get in."

"You're so brilliant, you shouldn't have any problem, right?"

"But there are too many brilliant people.

To be honest, from elementary school through high school, I never dropped below second place. Most of the time, I was leaving the runner-up completely in the dust.

But since arriving at Aethelgard University? Breaking into the top five is incredibly tough."

It made sense. Everyone at Aethelgard University had been the absolute star of their respective schools.

"I think your organizational skills are exceptionally strong, and your street smarts are top-tier."

Mira said.

"But the Finance Department doesn't test for any of that during grad school admissions."

Quentin replied helplessly.

"Don't worry about it. Whether you get into grad school or not, our company wants you. At our company, capability is more important than a degree.

Promotions aren't bottlenecked by diplomas; they're based purely on merit.

With President Reed's skills, if you put in the effort, you could easily be leading a team in no time.

Grasping empty air, Owen clenched his jaw in frustration, but he ultimately couldn't bear to actually lose his temper. He could only stare wordlessly at the ceiling.

"Girls should be a bit more demure."

"Were you about to follow that up by saying 'a woman's virtue is her lack of talent'?"

"No, no, it's much better that you're capable. When my teeth eventually give out, I can just coast on your wealth."

"Deal. Then from now on, you can be the stay-at-home husband. Cooking, cleaning, raising the kids, plus catering to your wife."

It was merely playful banter; with their financial means, they could easily hire people to handle every trivial chore.

"Alright, then let me start catering to you right now, just for practice."

Caught completely off guard, Mira found herself subjected to a relentless tickle attack from his wicked hands.

Eventually, Owen was the one who couldn't take it anymore. Panting, he released her.

Looking at his frustrated face, Mira declared triumphantly, "See? I still won."

Owen gritted his teeth. "I'll wait another six months, max. Once you turn twenty, we are getting married."