The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136 You Think It’s

The Same Woman

Maren figured Gina was too cautious to be manipulated, so she decided to target Blackwood instead.

“Sweetheart, shall we head upstairs?” Blackwood saw Maren hanging back and offered with a warm smile.

“Okay,” Maren agreed, following closely behind as Blackwood guided her out of the lower deck.

As she watched Maren’s retreating figure, Gina couldn’t shake off a lingering suspicion.

Was this really just a coincidence?

Blackwood led Maren into a lavishly adorned suite, tastefully furnished with artistic decor that revealed its

owner’s refined taste. Clearly, this was his room.

“You can rest here for now since I don’t know where your room is. I’ve got a full set of medicines to patch you up,” Blackwood said generously. Yet beneath his hospitality lay a hidden motive he had no plans of letting

Maren leave.

And that was exactly what Maren wanted; if he’d dismissed her instead, all the wounds she’d inflicted on

herself would have been wasted.

As Blackwood briefly stepped away to retrieve medical supplies, Maren scanned the room, carefully assessing

every detail.

Although the room was temporary, something of personal significance quickly caught her eye–a framed photo.

Two figures stood side by side: Blackwood and Slasher.

Maren recognized Slasher immediately–he was the assassin sent to eliminate her in Baimsa, whom she’d already killed.

The intel about Isla and Mr. Lion came from Slasher’s phone,

What exactly was Blackwood’s relationship to him?

“You know my cousin?” Blackwood’s unexpected voice startled Maren as he emerged silently behind her.

Cousin?

“No, I was simply curious,” Maren responded evasively.

“Come over here and I’ll treat your wounds. You’re pretty badly hurt,” Blackwood said casually, dismissing the topic easily.

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Chapter 136 You Think It’s The Same Woman

Slasher was a Thanatos assassin, usually tied up with covert missions. Even Blackwood rarely saw him, let

alone some ordinary female student.

“My cousin’s been away on a mission recently. Wonder when he’ll return,” Blackwood remarked casually while

carefully sprinkling medicine onto Maren’s visible cuts.

Maren remained silent. She chose to keep quiet when it came to Slasher, offering as little as she could.

Thankfully, Blackwood didn’t pursue the topic further. After finishing the external injuries, he reached out

toward Maren’s clothes.

It was now time to address the more serious wounds hidden beneath.

The deep injury on her thigh, deliberately self–inflicted, continued bleeding steadily.

“No need, I’ll manage from here,” Maren quickly said, stepping backward.

Any kind of physical closeness, even for medical reasons, put her on edge.

“What’s there to be shy about? Don’t you think I’m pretty charming myself?” Blackwood joked, not really seeing himself as one of the guys.

Thankfully, Maren’s performance was convincing; others might not have been able to hold back.

“Wait, do you have a boyfriend or something? Is that why you’re being so shy?” A shadow crossed Blackwood’s face as the idea sank in. Maren picked up on the quiet edge of deadly intent in his voice.

“It’s not that. I’ve just spent so much time on my own, being around people feels strange.” Maren fabricated a

reason.

“Ah, I get it.” Blackwood’s face eased up the moment he realized she wasn’t seeing anyone.

Intrigued, he asked excitedly, “You’ve always been alone? You’ve never had a boyfriend?” The obvious joy in his voice was impossible to miss.

“Yes, that’s right,” Maren said quietly.

“Great,” Blackwood repeated gleefully. “Take your time applying the medicine. You’re a mess right now, so let me get you a fresh change of clothes.”

Without further discussion, he quickly exited the room.

“Quite a rare catch, isn’t she?” he murmured.

“Catch?” a cold voice asked,

The moment Blackwood closed the door, he jumped–Gina was standing right there. “Seriously, do you have to sneak around like some kind of ghost?”

“You’re just not paying

of work. You can get any

Gina replied dryly. “A quick tip–don’t let emotions control you in our line out there.”

“Those filthy women out there?” Blackwood snorted dismissively.

“What’s the difference? For someone like you, beautiful women are just toys. Does their virginity even matter?” Gina’s tone dripped with disdain.

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