Chapter 648
“I even went so far as to bribe some of their senior executives,” Lawrence
continued.
“That’s when I found out that Owen isn’t the chairman of Solflare. He holds less than a thirty percent stake in the entire conglomerate p>
“Keep digging,” Jude commanded coldly. “I’ll have my own people investigate as well. We are going to find out exactly who is running Solflare p>
Mira spent her entire weekend tackling corporate affairs. When she finally returned to her apartment on Sunday night, Eleanor and Rachel had already prepared a massive, nutritious dinner for her.
“You work yourself to the bone at school all week,” Eleanor chided gently. “You need to relax on the weekends. Go shopping, hit the mall, hang out with your friends p>
“And this Solflare company is working you too hard. You’re just doing some promotional work for them, but they keep you locked in their offices for two whole days p>
“If it’s too much, just quit. I have plenty of money to take care of you,” she insisted. Eleanor piled another large helping of food onto Mira’s plate as she spoke.
Mira couldn’t help but laugh. “Eleanor, it’s my company. I’m the owner of Solflare Entertainment p>
She had decided it was finally time to let the older woman in on the truth.
Eleanor was the only family member Mira truly trusted. The woman had shown her more love and devotion than she had ever shown her own flesh-and-blood grandchildren in the Quinn family.
“Yours? How is that even possible?” Eleanor gasped, her eyes widening.
“I know you’re incredibly smart and capable, sweetie, but you’re so young. Didn’t you just cut ties with the Mercer family last year p>
“How could you possibly own a massive conglomerate like that p>
Eleanor might have been elderly, but she had spent her entire life managing a powerful household. She was sharp as a tack and heavily attuned to the business world.
Having been immersed in high-society gossip for decades, she knew exactly what kind of corporate titan Solflare Entertainment was.
Solflare’s reputation didn’t just stem from its staggering net worth; it was notorious for its terrifying rate of expansion.
In just a single year, the company had gone from absolute obscurity to a corporate empire valued at over a hundred billion dollars.
A rise that meteoric was completely unprecedented.
At the time, the elite circles in Aethelgard were whispering that Owen’s personal net worth had already surpassed the entire Lance family and that he was secretly orchestrating the city’s economic landscape.
But Owen had started with massive advantages.
He was the handpicked heir to the Lance family, the most powerful financial syndicate in the city. The moment he graduated, he had been installed as their CEO.
After years of strategic maneuvering, Owen had cultivated an ironclad network of connections and secured endless capital backing.
Even when he was eventually forced out of his CEO position, his departure had essentially gutted the Lance family’s entire executive suite, as most of them had left with him.
That was completely different from Solflare, which had genuinely been built from nothing.
People had naturally suspected that Owen was the mastermind behind it, but he had aggressively denied the rumors.
There had even been whispers coming out of Melvion City that Mira Mercer was the true owner, but no one had taken them seriously.
Could this legendary, ruthless corporate phantom truly be her sweet Mira?
“That’s right, Eleanor. Solflare is all mine. I really am just that good,” Mira said, flashing a bright, cheeky smile.
“So, you don’t ever need to worry about me running out of cash again, okay p>
She tilted her head playfully, her gorgeous eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Oh, you poor girl… what exactly did you have to go through this past year?” Eleanor whispered, her heart aching.
“Weren’t you in pain? Weren’t you exhausted p>
“This is all my fault. I was so furious with your mother that I completely neglected checking up on you p>
“It’s fine, Eleanor,” Mira said softly. “Heavy is the head that wears the crown p>
In this day and age, anyone fighting for a better life was bound to be exhausted. When Monday rolled around, Mira plunged right back into her intense academic grind.
Even though she was already far ahead of the syllabus in all her courses, she still attended every single lecture and took meticulous notes.
She kept up with her morning taekwondo training, carved out hours to study the pharmacology texts her mentor had given her, and dedicated a strict portion of her week to mastering high-leveb finance.
A global economic crisis was looming on the horizon. She needed to have her financial acumen razor-sharp and her capita reserves completely stacked. When the market inevitably crashed, she was going to make the play of a lifetime.
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