Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 1226

Hearing that excuse only made Owen angrier. "Why are you acting so smug? All said and done, you're just acting as a glorified microphone. You're only fit to pass messages to my wife."

The voice on the other end remained unhurried. "Being a microphone for my own student? Gladly. My student is incredibly capable, and as her mentor, I couldn't be prouder."

On the other end of the line, Dominic West bit his lower lip, a fond smile curving his mouth.

Owen gritted his teeth. "You're only coasting by on the respect she gives you."

Listening to the two grown men bicker like toddlers, Mira couldn't take it anymore. "Stop! How old are you two? Arguing like children? Can't you see the situation is critical?"

She realized that men, regardless of their age or their high-ranking positions, always possessed an incredibly childish streak.

"Commissioner, the situation is intensely complicated. I still feel like this burden is too heavy. Also, if I mess this up, will everyone blame me?"

Before stepping onto the battlefield, you had to ensure your retreat was clear. The last thing she wanted was to be bleeding on the front lines while a bunch of idle spectators criticized her every move from the rear.

Not only was this crisis deeply complex, but it had never happened in her past life. That meant she had zero future memories to rely on. If she took up the mantle, she'd be flying blind, relying entirely on her raw talent.

And victory was never guaranteed in war. She couldn't promise absolute success.

As to why such a massive butterfly effect had occurred in this life? Mira figured it was because her own spectacular performance during the previous economic crises had been too prominent.

It had made other nations and Wall Street predators greedy. That, coupled with their long-standing arrogance and prejudice toward Mavarians.

Mira couldn't think of any other reason.

On the other end of the line, the moment Mira spoke with such respect, Dominic's posture straightened instinctively. He wasn't about to let his petty squabble with Owen ruin his authoritative image.

As for the impending war—since those international short sellers dared to aim their weapons at Mavaria, Mira was going to make sure they shot themselves in the foot. She would remind them exactly what Mavarians were made of.

Deep down, Mira possessed a fiercely competitive, fearless spirit. She had been navigating the financial markets for years now, her track record nothing short of legendary.

The thought of a completely new battlefield had her sharpening her knives.

Even without the cheat code of her past life's memories, Mira had accumulated formidable real-world experience and a terrifyingly sharp intuition for the markets.

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When Grandma Eleanor heard the news, she gathered every last bit of her savings, even pulling the jewelry right off her body, and pressed it all into Mira's hands. "Pawn these. Let your grandmother do her part for the country one last time."

"Grandma, it's really not that dire yet."