The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Hurt Herself

The storage bay was cloaked in pitch black, preventing the man from spotting Maren immediately.

As he brushed past a towering stack, a sudden clatter made him spin. The entire container toppled, aimed.

straight at him.

“Shit!” he cursed, lunging sideways.

He narrowly escaped as the crate smashed into the floor where he’d been moments before.

That could’ve turned him into a bloody smear.

A jagged section of the shattered crate cracked open, revealing several women.

There were half a dozen, maybe more

None of them stirred.

Maren spotted something unnatural in their skin tone.

Pale Almost bluish.

There was no doubt–they’d been poisoned.

Each one had been rendered mute by a chemical haze, which explained the silence in the hold.

What about Isla?

Isla wasn’t just another victim. Her importance made her a special case. Was she poisoned too?

Considering how closely Isla was tied to Maren, the Sovereign Underworld would’ve taken extra precautions. Toxins were the most probable route.

Every time Maren pictured the torture Isla might have endured, it felt like her ribs were being carved open.

Her chest burned, but her expression remained cold as stone. She approached the man. Just as he began to rise, Maren struck–her heel slamming into his most defenseless spot.

“Ah!” A scream ripped from his lungs/He crumpled, his strength extinguished. A slow trickle of blood spread below him, his face twisted in a grotesque snarl of pain.

“I warned you,” Maren said coolly, towering over him like an executioner addressing vermin.

“Bitch! I’ll gut you!” he spat, summoning the last of his will.

But it was over. With

fight left in him

mis core shattered, it didn’t matter who he used to be. The man was finished. He had no

Without hesitation, Maren turned her back on him, and began prying open every crate in the hold.

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She had one objective: to find Isla.

The first was empty.

The second, nothing.

The third, still nothing.

The fourth…

The ninth…

Maren didn’t pause. She raced to the other level, breaking into the final batch. No sign.

“This doesn’t make sense. Could she be stashed elsewhere?”

Her intel had to be right.

Maren finally located Agate. She was alive and uninjured but had clearly been poisoned. She lay unconscious, her body limp.

“Where is Isla?”

Maren marched back to the man, snatching his weapon and brandishing it above him in a clear threat.

He had no plans to respond–until Maren mentioned Isla. Then something shifted in him. Even through the agony etched across his features, his expression faltered.

“Where did you hear that name?”

Isla belonged to the Sovereign Underworld–a hidden figure shielded for years beneath Maren’s watch. Only elite members knew of her existence. Outsiders had no way of knowing who she was.

“That’s not your concern,” Maren replied, her tone like ice. “Tell me where she is.”

“If Isla’s who you want, you’re wasting your time here. She’d never be anywhere near this dump. Try the Sovereign Underworld.” The man feigned ignorance.

Maren pulled a phone from her coat–Slasher’s. She shoved the screen in his face, displaying a list. “Then explain this.”

His eyes widened. “How did you get that?” he growled, panic leaking into his voice.

Now he had no choice but to truly look at her–the woman who had just torn through his defenses.

“Who the hell are you? You seriously picked a fight with the Sovereign Underworld?” He didn’t need an answer. The evidence was in her hands. “You must’ve killed one of ours.”

Maren didn’t flinch. “Take a wild guess.”

“You’re with Nikolas, aren’t you?”

It was the only theory that clicked. Why else would Maren be so desperate to reach Isla?

“You’ve got nerve. We’ve been dying to track your people down. And you just waltz in here like this? You think you’re getting out alive?”

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