The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Bounty Killer

Nadia stomped down the empty street, her shoes hitting a loose pebble with so much force it skittered into the

distance with a sharp clatter.

She hated Maren.

Every inch of her soul burned with hatred for Maren.

Since the day Nadia joined the Morgan family, she’d vowed to seize everything she believed was hers.

She wanted to be the sole heiress of the Morgan family.

She wanted the rich, enviable fiance.

She wanted the city to fall at her feet in admiration.

And for a time, she’d tasted it all–usurping Maren’s place, claiming Wilbur’s hand, earning praise as the most accomplished young woman in town. She became everything Waren once wasn’t–a celebrated success instead of a forgotten failure,

But the tide had turned.

Now Maren owned the family shares, controlled the company, and held the deeds to every Morgan property. She had a man far more impressive than Wilbur. Her takedown of Daniel had exploded across the internet.

In all aspects, Maren had outdone her.

To Nadia, it felt like Maren had stolen everything that was her own.

Even Wilbur was starting to drift back towards Maren. And now, Nadia regretted not eliminating her long ago.

“Look at you–such a pretty face. So what’s with all the anger?”

Nadia froze and stopped walking, “Who are you?”

She’d only stepped out to let off some steam, but somehow, she’d drifted so far that nothing around her looked

familiar anymore.

Now a stranger was speaking to her out of nowhere.

What unsettled her more was that she could hear him dearly but couldn’t place the voice’s source. The street lay in eerie darkness and silence. A chill spread through her chest.

“Who are you? Show your face!”

“All that anger, but you’re scared already.”

A second later, the man descended from the rooftop and touched down beside her.

Badia took a step back, her body tensing into a guarded stance. “Who are you?”

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“I’m someone who can make your wishes become real.”

He was tall, wiry, and looked to be in his thirties. But he had a sense of danger around him.

Her wishes to become real?

Nadia blinked, shocked. “And what is it you think you can do for me?”

“I can help you kill someone,” he said, his tone flat.

Instead of reassurance, his words made her nerves prickle. “You’d actually kill someone? Don’t you realize that’s a crime?”

“A crime?” He let out a dry laugh. “You stumbled straight into the fringes of the black market, grumbling about someone dying–and now, all of a sudden, you’re concerned about committing a crime?”

“Black market?” Nadia faltered, stunned.

Had she really stumbled into one of the city’s underground zones?

She didn’t know the ins and outs of crime rings, but she’d heard the tales.

She had heard the rumors of secret places where no law applied.

Baiman, they said, had several such zones. They were so well hidden that the average citizen would never know they existed,

Had she just walked into one?

“30, are you here to do business or not?” The man cocked his head, a glint of amusement flickering in his eyes at how long it took Nadia to speak.

“Yes, yes, of course!” The pieces finally clicked into place for her, and a plan started to take shape in her mind. “When you said you could make my wish come true, were you offering to kill someone?”

“Positive. I know plenty of bounty killers. As long as the money’s right, they’ll handle anyone you name,” the man replied confidently.

These weren’t amateurs–they were professionals who traded in death, With the right fee, no job was off–limits.

Their reputation hinged on their discreetness. Even when things went wrong, they never exposed the ones pulling the strings.

Nadia sure knew the rumors.

“Money’s not the issue. But can your people really do it? I’m not talking about some street thug.”

Images of Maren flashed through Nadia’s mind–the woman who’d defeated the academy’s dean without breaking a sweat. No ordinary fighter could touch her.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. If you’ve got the cash, anyone can bleed But for some tricky target, you’d better be ready to spend big,” the man said

“Perfect” Nadia in up. Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and sent him Maren’s profile.

tis summed the file, thep raised his eyebrows. Hold on, Isn’t this the girl everyone’s been raving about? The

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