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Chapter 171
Mara almost screamed out loud, but Norman had no answers for her either.
Mira walked toward a nearby fruit stand, trailed by two men who were unmistakably bodyguards.
After buying some fruit, the three of them got back into the car and drove into the gated community.
Once they were gone, Mara slid into Norman’s car, and they drove off as well.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Mara just couldn’t wrap her head around it. How could Mira afford to be chauffeured around in such a high-end ride?
Shouldn’t she be scraping by? Living out of a suitcase and counting pennies was supposed to be her reality.
Sure, she was a singer, but even at her peak, she’d only be pulling in a few hundred thousand dollars a month—nothing compared to a true heiress like herself.
Jealousy gnawed at Mara. It was incredibly unfair.
“She has to be riding in someone else’s car. That’s it,” Mara consoled herself.
If she knew Mira was already worth hundreds of millions of dollars, she probably would have had a stroke.
The truth was, the car was the custom Lamborghini Owen had sold to Mira, valued at over two million dollars.
It was a model that traditionally appealed more to men, but Mira had bought it purely for its durability.
In the event of a crash-short of driving straight off a cliff-the reinforced chassis would perfectly protect the passengers inside. The casualties would always be on the other end.
If anyone sent a team of hitmen after her, as long as she stayed inside the vehicle, she’d be safe long enough to call for backup.
No matter how hard they smashed against the exterior, they wouldn’t break through.
Since she wasn’t quite eighteen yet and didn’t have her driver’s license, the Iron Wolves handled the driving.
To Mira’s surprise, the day the car was delivered, her two notoriously stoic bodyguards actually cracked a smile.
Perhaps guys were just naturally drawn to flashy sports cars. Every time they went out, the two of them practically fought over the steering wheel.
On the business front, Solflare Entertainment was thriving. The download numbers for her ten premium tracks had passed their initial peak, but revenue was still pouring in from Gavin Hale’s concerts, along with royalties from the agency’s other actors in movies and television shows.
Their mobile short-drama division had become exceptionally profitable, keeping their overall income sky-high. This month’s net profit had hit an astounding twenty million dollars.
All told, Mira’s personal liquid assets now sat at over fifty million dollars.
Deducting the two million for the car left her with exactly forty-five million as reserve capital for the bike-sharing startup, plus a comfortable buffer.
Next month, as the short-drama projects hit their stride and their loyal subscriber base grew, Solflare Entertainment’s revenue was projected to climb even higher.
Meanwhile, at the bike-sharing company, the three types of GPS trackers and smart locks had finished beta testing. Mr. Blake’s factory was already rolling out mass production.
Everything else-negotiations with
city officials and traffic enforcement, market research, setting up
customer service, and training the maintenance crews-was nearing completion.
Very soon, the bikes would hit the streets.
Over the past few days, a lucrative rumor had been quietly circulating through
Melvion City’s elite business circles: a new high-speed rail station was about to be built.
Mira’s radar instantly went up. She
called Kieran right away. “Kieran, until the official announcement drops about the station’s exact location, do not answer any calls on that burner phone.” ‘
They had purchased the land in absolute secrecy, leaving no obvious paper trail.
Mira didn’t want to expose her involvement yet. It would invite endless trouble, so she needed to keep it under wraps for as long as possible.
“Mira, is the station really going to be there p>
Kieran’s voice crackled through the speaker, brimming with excitement.
“It should be. Just remember, keep this strictly between us. Don’t breathe a word to anyone p>
After hanging up, she dialed Master Ellis.
“Master, have your people keep a close eye on the Mercer family and Porter Entertainment. If they make any sudden moves, I want to know immediately p>
Master Ellis had an extensive network of highly skilled informants at his disposal.
The city’s mega-wealthy families weren’t just gearing up to bid on the construction contracts they were all
eyeing the massive payout that
would come from government
buyouts of the surrounding land.
A high-speed rail station required a massive footprint. Anyone who bought up the
zoned land beforehand stood to make an effortless fortune.
Ethan, the heir to the Mercer Group, was already tapping into every backchannel he had to pinpoint the exact coordinates.
Mr. Porter had also dispatched his top assistant, Allen Pierce, to dig up the same
intel.
“No, Allen, you’ve been entirely out of it lately. Sit this one out and let the others handle it p>