The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 Retaliation For

Maren

Of course, Cullum and Bobby recalled the wager vividly.

On that day, Sawyer had openly backed Maren, confidently placing all he had on her victory. Cullum, Bobby,

and plenty of others had laughed it off, eagerly betting against him.

After the event, however, Sawyer had vanished alongside Maren, never bothering to collect his winnings.

Back then, they had brushed it off as nothing more than a bluff.

“Come on, Maren. Sawyer himself wasn’t serious. He never came around to claim it, so what gives you the

right to demand it now?” Bobby countered sharply.

“Sawyer might not care, but I certainly do.”

Sawyer could casually let the debt slide, but Maren wasn’t the forgiving sort, especially not towards these two.

Cullum and Bobby finally understood Maren was taking revenge on them.

If Sawyer didn’t pursue it, Maren surely would convince him otherwise. Considering how openly Sawyer had

backed Maren before, their relationship obviously wasn’t ordinary.

With a word from her, Sawyer would undoubtedly come knocking to collect the debt.

“Maren, you’re pushing your luck. Here in this city, gambling isn’t protected by law. You can’t force us into

paying!”

The brothers refused to pay.

Unfazed, Maren smiled. “Not protected by law? Maybe. But remember, there’s another set of laws out there-

one the underworld strictly enforces. You break their code, and they will come to you every day. Ready for that?”

Cullum and Bobby fell quiet immediately, reminded abruptly of Maren’s connections to the criminal underworld.

Ashton, who had been out of the loop, finally got it–his sons had racked up gambling debts.

Owing debts to people like that? If they refused to pay, staying alive and healthy would be a miracle.

But settling the debts meant sacrificing homes, cars, savings–everything. What kind of life awaited them after?

Would they become penniless beggars, roaming the streets? Eating trash just to survive?

“Maren, you’re forcing your own family into poverty! How can you be so heartless?”

The three of them couldn’t comprehend the woman standing before them now. The old Maren would’ve gladly

sacrificed herself for their comfort.

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But that Maren had vanished forever.

Calling her cruel?

To Maren, compared with what they’d done to her, this wasn’t cruelty–it was justice.

They were merely reaping the consequences of their own choices.

“I’ve already said everything I needed to. Midnight tonight. Miss the deadline, and things might get ugly very

quickly. You all know exactly how the underworld handles unpaid debts.”

Maren left the threat hanging, but the implication crashed over Ashton and his sons, stunning them into silence.

All three sat numbly on the floor, still in shock, long after Maren had quietly walked away. It would take hours, maybe days, to fully grasp what they’d lost.

Outside, Maren exited the building with the signed documents, feeling genuinely relaxed for the first time in

ages.

“Oh, right–I used Sawyer’s name earlier, Better let him know,” she murmured, pulling out her phone to give

him a call.

The phone rang several times without any response.

She tried again, still receiving no answer.

“Odd… Maybe he’s tied up?” Maren shrugged it off, knowing Sawyer often dealt with pressing matters.

She wasn’t particularly worried about Sawyer encountering trouble.

Even if she herself tried to harm him, she doubted she’d succeed easily. Who else would stand a chance?

Sawyer, after all, headed the influential Warren family in Beratia. Naturally, someone in his position would be busy handling important affairs upon arriving in Baimsa.

Maren ended up just sending him a short text: “Got time later? I’d like to buy you dinner.”

In the Angels of Death’s headquarters, Sawyer didn’t answer Maren’s call because he was currently engaged in

a dangerous mission, and he’d left his phone behind on purpose.

This was the most heavily secured area in Baimsa: a sprawling compound surrounded by massive concrete

barriers blocking out the world. A single, heavily–guarded entrance admitted visitors after a thorough inspection.

Just then, a sleek black sedan smoothly passed through security. A distinguished–looking middle–aged man

exited the car with obvious authority.

“Good day, Redd.” The guards saluted him respectfully.

Yet, even he underwent a mandatory inspection–both man and vehicle carefully checked.

“You’re clear to proceed, Redd,” the guard said, waving the vehicle through.

What none of them realized was the young man clinging unseen beneath the car.

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