The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 She’s Not Dead

Guided by the guard’s directions, Sawyer moved swiftly, his cold stare promising death as he closed in on

Brooks.

Meanwhile, Brooks sat comfortably, unaware that trouble was quietly closing in.

He was impatiently awaiting a call from someone very important.

“Why would Alexander Edgeworth, the Sovereign Underworld’s heir, suddenly want a word with you?” asked

Brooks‘ uncle, Milo Freeman.

The figure reaching out wasn’t an ordinary gangster; he was heir to the mighty Sovereign Underworld. Why

would someone of such prominence stoop to engage with the Angels of Death?

They’d teamed up a few times in the past, sure. But never like this–never anywhere near this scale.

To a giant like the Sovereign Underworld, Brooks‘ gang was nothing more than a disposable pawn, easy to toss

aside.

Yet now, somehow, their situation had drastically changed.

“I wasn’t ready for any of this. First, Scorpion got killed. Then when we couldn’t finish off Maren, I rushed to

plead with the Sovereign Underworld. They were livid at first. Accused us of wasting their prized recruit and

even threatened to wipe out the entire Angels of Death. I was scared out of my mind.”

Just thinking back to that conversation still made Brooks‘ stomach twist.

“What happened afterward?” Milo pressed further.

“They asked who was responsible. The moment I gave them Maren’s info, their anger vanished. They even said

Alexander would reach out to me.”

Neither Brooks nor Milo understood the Sovereign Underworld’s sudden interest in Maren. But refusing to

cooperate was clearly out of the question, so Brooks obediently awaited their call.

“You’re saying Maren’s profile alone calmed them down?” Milo was doubtful it was that simple.

“That’s exactly how it went,” Brooks replied firmly.

“Maybe Maren has some secret link to the Sovereign Underworld?” Milo cautiously theorized.

“No chance. This is Baimsa we’re talking about–not some global hub. How could someone like Maren possibly have deep ties to the Sovereign Underworld?” Brooks scoffed

Frankly, he suspected Alexander had simply seen Maren’s face and developed some twisted attraction.

“You’re probably right,” Milo agreed, letting go of his unrealistic speculation.

They both fell silent, lost briefly in separate thoughts.

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Chapter 107 She’s Not Dead

Just then, the ringing of Brooks‘ phone snapped them from contemplation.

Scrambling, Brooks grabbed his phone, asking, “Hello? Am I speaking to Mr. Alexander Edgeworth?”

Brooks never dreamed he’d actually converse with the successor to the most feared global criminal empire.

A single word from Alexander could shake the very foundations of the underworld.

Brooks lowered his tone, trying to sound as respectful as humanly possible.

“The details you provided–are you certain they’re accurate? Is her name definitely Maren Morgan?” The voice

over the phone crackled sharply, tinged with unmistakable agitation.

Brooks was startled; he’d expected calm authority, not anxious impatience.

“Yes! I swear I’m certain.”

Since failing to kill Maren, Brooks had lived in fear of retaliation, carefully double–checking every piece of information sent to the Sovereign Underworld for protection.

Right then, deep within the Sovereign Underworld, something explosive was starting to unfold.

Alexander briefly muted the call.

“This is impossible. Maren Morgan is actually alive?” Alexander whispered harshly, gripping tightly the old photograph he held.

He stared intensely at the image of Maren.

Amid a storm of gunfire and bloodshed, Maren held her ground. She moved through the chaos, cutting down her enemies with deadly precision.

This wasn’t recent at all.

Back when she’d been dragged into the Sovereign Underworld years ago, Maren had carved out a name that shook every criminal faction on the planet. Her face became the kind they never forgot.

Alexander compared the older photo against the recent one sent by Brooks. His breath stopped momentarily.

The faces matched perfectly.

Every detail aligned precisely.

So she hadn’t died all those years ago.

“Are you absolutely sure she’s responsible for killing Marcus and Scorpion?” Alexander demanded, unmuting the call.

“Well, I think so.”

Brooks hadn’t witnessed the act himself. But in Baimsa, no one else possessed the sheer audacity or power needed.