The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132 You’re Quite

Fierce

The security guard outside dropped to the floor, lifeless.

As Maren made her way up to the first level inside the lower deck, the strong smell of blood intensified, though the source was not immediately nearby.

“It appears the murder took place one level up,” she whispered to herself.

The area offered no real cover, only massive crates scattered around.

Leaning against one, Maren’s sharp ears caught the subtle sound of breathing from within.

She had located the right area, but which crate contained Isla amid so many?

Maren wasn’t wandering aimlessly. She didn’t buy a word from the security guard. The Sovereign Underworld wasn’t stupid—any place this important had to be heavily watched.

Figuring it was probably on an upper floor, she headed upstairs to keep looking.

Maren made up her mind to press on. First, she’d handle whoever stood in her way, then go through the crates one by one to locate Isla.

As she stepped onto the second level, the sharp, metallic stench of blood filled her nose.

It wasn’t just the odor; blood covered the floor.

It was obvious–this was where the killing had taken place.

“Lottie?”

Upon entering the second level, Maren came across the severed head of a woman tossed aside carelessly. It was Lottie–the one Simon and the others had lost sight of.

So, she was already dead.

In addition to the overpowering smell of blood, there lingered a nauseating stench–a foul mix of sex and blood, so nasty it was hard for many to bear.

“Mmm, another sweet treat.”

Just then, a scarred, naked man appeared from behind a distant crate.

The moment he saw Maren, his eyes lit up with shock and a desire he couldn’t hide.

“You’re disgusting,” Maren said.

Naked and seething with menace, the man gripped a blood–stained axe, and Maren scowled in disgust.

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Contrary to what Maren expected, her contempt seemed to amuse the scarred man, he took pleasure in it.

“Darling, you’ll change your tune soon enough.”

He stared at Maren’s tempting figure, unable to look away. His head swarmed with dirty thoughts, and his body reacted before he could stop it.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Maren said sharply, her voice cold and razor–sharp.

“Oh, I do enjoy that fire in you. There’s nothing more thrilling than breaking someone as fierce as you,” the scarred man said with a wicked grin. Amused by her defiance, he ran his tongue over the blood on his axe before tossing it aside.

“You’re too precious to harm before I’ve had my fill of you.”

He had a sick habit of mixing bloodshed with lust, finding thrill in both killing and pleasure at the same time.

Slipping on gloves, Maren shuddered at the mere thought of contact with someone so disgusting.

With no hesitation, she lunged towards the man.

She had to wrap this up fast. Even laying eyes on that pervert felt like a punch to the face.

“Quite the quick one, aren’t you? Seems you’re no amateur,” he said with a smirk.

The moment Maren advanced, the man raised an eyebrow, realizing she was no ordinary woman.

“Go to hell!”

Closing the gap, Maren aimed a sweeping kick at his head.

Taken aback, the man momentarily lost his composure.

Even in this tight spot, his skill was clear–no one got assigned to protect a place this critical by chance. He knew one wrong move and her kick could end him.

“You’re quite fierce. I’m beginning to resent that,” he remarked.

Having just been disarmed, the scarred man quickly rolled out of the way to avoid Maren’s blow, grabbing the axe he’d thrown earlier.

This brief clash had given him a measure of her capabilities.

Now unarmed, he knew he was at a disadvantage.

“Pathetic,” Maren taunted, watching him scramble for his weapon.

His pride stung, he retorted sharply, “Sweetheart, you’re testing my limits. If you end up losing more than expected, that’s on you. But don’t worry–what’s left of you will still keep me entertained.”

Did he really believed he could take her down? Maren scoffed, fed up with wasting breath on filth like him. She flicked a pebble with her foot, launching it right at his face.

“Child’s play.” The man blocked it with his axe,

But as he readied to strike back, he realized she had slipped from sight.

The pebble was merely a diversion.

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“Hide all you want, but it won’t be enough!” he sneered.

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