The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170 The Ace Card

“Get in the cars. It’s time to deliver our little surprise,” Ricky said eagerly, excitement brightening his voice.

Leading only a handful of trusted Angels of Death members, Ricky quietly approached the factory where Maren had taken cover, leaving the main force behind.

Back at the scene, Daron’s patience wore dangerously thin.

“Miss Morgan, the explosives are nearly here. This is your last chance. Surrender the Onyx to me now and maybe I’ll consider keeping you around–as a servant, of course.”

Delayed explosives had driven Daron’s frustration past the breaking point.

An easy surrender from Maren would simplify everything.

Yet, despite repeated warnings, the factory remained oddly quiet.

“Listen carefully, Miss Morgan. Once the explosives arrive, not even thiş factory will protect you. Come out now, or you’ll be buried alive under the rubble.”

Daron’s voice carried a dark warning.

If the supporting walls were destroyed, the entire building would collapse instantly.

By then, Maren wouldn’t have a chance to fight back.

Her continued silence, however, sparked doubts in Daron’s mind.

Was Maren really ready to face her end here?

“Boss, something feels off. Someone of Maren’s caliber would never just sit and wait to die,” Elton said, stepping forward again.

The fact that Maren had willingly backed into the factory was strange. Even if she was out of bullets, she should’ve made a run for it when they began closing in. Something felt off.

“What exactly are you implying?” Annoyed by his subordinate’s doubts, Daron felt his confidence falter slightly. Was Maren baiting them? Could Maren have planned this scenario all along?

Though uncertain of Maren’s plan, Daron refused to entertain the thought. To him, victory was only moments away. The instant those explosives arrived, he would hold the advantage.

“I don’t have proof,” Elton admitted, troubled by persistent doubts. He’d been watching Maren closely the entire time.

From the start, Maren had drawn their attention and made herself the target.

Facing more a thousand gangsters, she had stayed eerily calm, fighting back with ruthless precision.

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Her skills clearly exceeded their league. Common gangsters couldn’t possibly handle someone like her.

“Boss! Explosives have arrived!” someone shouted. A truck quickly rolled up, stopping beside Daron.

“About damn time!” Daron dismissed Elton’s concerns instantly. He commanded the crew, “Get those explosives in place around the building–now!”

“Hold on, who exactly are you guys? I don’t recognize any of you,” Elton said suspiciously, eyes narrowing at the members of the Angels of Death.

“What? Us?” Momentary panic flashed across the men’s faces.

“We’re from the Slayers, remember? You’re the ones who summoned us.” Ricky intervened smoothly, stepping confidently from the truck. Unlike the others, he knew exactly how to maintain their cover.

Maren had briefed him earlier–the Crazybulls controlled this battlefield, while the Slayers was focused on

hitting the Onyx. As long as they kept up the act, no one would suspect them.

“I’ve never met any of you,” Elton said skeptically, unwilling to relent. After all, the explosives arrived suspiciously late.

“Do you honestly think you know every single member of the Slayers?” Ricky retorted convincingly. His boldness sold the act perfectly.

Daron bought it. “Stop questioning every little thing! Let’s blow Maren sky–high already!”

Elton’s constant worrying increasingly irritated him. It felt almost like Elton had more respect for Maren than

for him.

“Fine. If you’re so concerned, let your own men handle the explosives,” Ricky suggested, signaling his group to drop their bags.

Elton reluctantly stepped back. Daron shot him an annoyed glance before ordering his own people to start setting the charges.

Off to the side, Ricky and his men watched the scene unfold.

While the gangsters placed explosives, Ricky discreetly texted Maren. “Everything’s in place.”

On the second floor of the factory, Maren quietly watched from the window as they rigged the building to explode. A faint smirk crossed her lips. “Westley, how’s it looking on your end?”

“Boss, our main forces have nearly reached the position. Simon and I are close by, just awaiting your command.”

“Perfect.” Ending the call, Maren leaned against the wall, patiently observing the scene outside.

“Boss, are you sure we haven’t overlooked something?” Elton asked.

Maren stood openly visible, watching the enemy below. Such confidence under siege was chilling.