Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 967

In fact, Sienna had always been incredibly generous, dropping serious money on the men she dated.

She hadn't intentionally hurt a soul.

She had even absurdly offered to treat Mira to a night out with male models. It was a ridiculous gesture, but beneath the superficiality, there was a weirdly earnest kindness to her.

In Mira's eyes, Sienna was just oblivious and deeply immature—a girl thoroughly spoiled by her parents.

But being spoiled wasn't a crime, and she certainly didn't deserve to be thrown into a living hell.

Celine continued, her voice trembling. "Adeline was determined to hire mercenaries to breach the Underworld and rescue her. Thomas and Luke tried everything to stop her, physically blocking the doors, but she managed to slip away on her own.

Tell me she's not going to get herself killed out there."

Recalling how even a heavyweight like Hank Whitlock had nearly been wiped out in that lawless zone, Mira's pulse spiked. "When exactly did Adeline leave?"

"Yesterday."

"You need to notify the police immediately. Have them coordinate with the border patrol to intercept her. As long as she didn't fly, they might still catch her in time.

Trust me on this, Celine. I have a very powerful associate who was nearly buried in that exact region. It's a slaughterhouse."

"Okay. I'll call Thomas right now."

Mira sighed heavily. Adeline was acting with sheer, unadulterated recklessness. It was painfully obvious exactly which side of the family Sienna inherited her complete lack of survival instincts from.

Dominic's federal operation was about to launch, but it was highly classified. Mira couldn't breathe a word of it to Celine just yet.

She could only pray that Sienna had enough common sense to keep her head down, avoid provoking her captors, and survive until the tactical teams breached the compound.

It wasn't long before Celine's name lit up her screen again. Mira was just sitting down for dinner, but she immediately grabbed her phone and stepped out onto the balcony.

"I just talked to Thomas," Celine said frantically. "Do you really think the police can track her down?"

"There's a good chance. They can monitor every major transit route heading toward the Balkana border—airlines, rail networks, and interstate buses.

If she booked a ticket on any public infrastructure, they will flag her.

The worst-case scenario is if she drove herself."

It was only human nature. If Mira had been the one in danger, Eleanor's weak heart would have given out on the spot.

"Of course I remember her. That flighty girl whose sole purpose in life was chasing pretty boys. Completely spoiled rotten by her parents.

What happened to her? Did one of her handsome flings finally dump her?"

"If she just got dumped, it would be a blessing. She vanished with the new guy. It's been a week, and her phone is dead."

"Vanished?"

Across the table, Owen immediately connected the dots to the intelligence reports regarding the Balkan Underworld.

Mira met his eyes and gave a grim nod. "It's exactly what you're thinking."

"That foolish girl. Running off to God knows where without telling her parents, and now look at the mess she's in," Eleanor muttered, shaking her head.

She continued to fret over her soup.

"The real problem is that the guy she left with has a terrifying history."