The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 First Mark

“I remember well. The Sovereign Underworld isn’t just any crime organization; it’s a colossus, a mythic entity in the underworld. But what’s their interest in a small place like Baimsa?” said the younger man.

The elder man chuckled. “Isn’t it obvious? They’re broadening their territory. And get this–this big shot supposedly loves car races. That’s why the head of the Angels of Death is organizing a race–themed reception for him tomorrow night down

at South Hill.”

Broadening their territory? Maren couldn’t help but let out a muted, scornful laugh. They surrendered territories just to

consolidate power, and now they were attempting a resurgence in a minor city?

The Sovereign Underworld’s operations were always among the global elite. Since when did they bother with a spot like

Baimsa?

“Frank, you’re really pulling all the stops,” Maren muttered internally.

The Angels of Death…

This was a name Maren had encountered repeatedly while mingling in the black market’s shadows. It was the premier gang

in Baimsa, virtually manipulating the city from the darkness.

“The lender of the Angels of Death himself is making an appearance?” asked the younger man. “And how does that relate to us getting into the Sovereign Underworld?”

Suddenly, the older man smacked him on the back of his head. “Fool, have you forgotten what my specialty is?”

Realization dawned on the younger man’s face. “Racing!”

A sly grin spread across the elder’s features, “Just show off a bit in front of that car expert at the top, and we might just grab his attention. Imagine the possibilities!”

“Pure genius!” exclaimed the younger one, heaping on the praise.

Their laughter echoed loudly around them.

Maren, standing nearby, listened intently, lost in thought.

A major player here? In Baimsa? Could someone truly influential from the Sovereign Underworld be operating in such a

locale?

The notion seemed far–fetched. The Sovereign Underworld was a huge entity on the global stage. It was highly unlikely for

such sensitive information to be so carelessly discussed within earshot of bystanders.

Finding the conversation no longer valuable, Maren turned to leave, her interest waning.

However, the two men continued chatting behind her.

“So, with all this buildup, who is this VIP anyway?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. All I caught was the name… Marcus Lee.”

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At the mention of that name, Maren stopped in her tracks, her departure abruptly paused.

In a flash, her usually calm eyes ignited with a fierce, bloody intensity.

The name just spoken by those men resonated deeply with her.

Marcus Lee.

That name belonged to a man once deeply trusted by her.

She vividly recalled how, two years prior, on the eve of what would be her reported death in a minefield, it was Marcus

who had suggested a shortcut to expedite her mission under tight deadlines.

At that time, Marcus was merely a squad leader, a position he had earned through years of dedicated service under Maren’s

command. Now, he was powerful enough to control an entire region?