The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175 Nikolas Is Still

Alive

Another sixty minutes slipped away as the light faded into the embrace of dusk. A breeze rolled in, sharp with the bite of summer’s end, making Wilbur pull his jacket tighter.

“Mr. Thorpe, maybe it’s time we called it a night,” whispered a nearby reporter, still live–streaming with camera

in hand.

“Absolutely not. I’m staying right here. Maren used to care about me so much. All

serious I am. She’ll understand. You don’t need to worry about me,” Wilbudded is for her to see how

brushing off the suggestion.

This act of humility wasn’t just about the Thorpe–family’s future; it was about his own future..

The reporter was speechless. Wilbur’s pride or love life didn’t matter to him. His legs hurt, and he just wanted

to go home.

Still, he kept the camera rolling. If Wilbur was staying, he had to as well.

Eventually, night swallowed the last traces of light. Three hours had passed. Wilbur, trembling and exhausted,

hit his limit.

“May, please! Just give me another chance! I swear I’ll treat you right!” he yelled to the window above, voice

cracking.

“Maren, who’s that guy outside? He’s been kneeling for a long time. Do you know him?” Isla asked Maren curiously from inside the room.

She remembered spotting him back at the amusement park with Maren. From the way Maren acted back then,

it was clear she wasn’t impressed.

“Just ignore it. He doesn’t matter.” Maren stood up and drew the curtains without a second thought.

Wilbur felt his heart skip when the curtains shifted. Just for a second, he really thought Maren had come to

hear him out.

But the sight of Maren pulling the curtains shut hit him so hard, he felt like he might collapse.

He’d never felt this humiliated. Never in his entire life had he felt so exposed, so utterly cast aside.

“Maren, you’re really cruel,” he muttered, before his body gave in and dropped to the ground.

Everything that he had once done to her seemed to vanish from his memory in that instant. His pain was all

that remained.

“Mr. Thorpe! Can you hear me?” the reporter shouted, diving to catch him before he fully collapsed. One hand steadied Wilbur while the other called for help.

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It wasn’t long before flashing lights lit up the street and an ambulance rushed him away.

Wilbur’s dramatic collapse outside the Morgan family’s villa and his rushed hospital admission quickly lit up

the headlines.

All across the internet, especially in Baimsa, people couldn’t stop talking. The city buzzed with disbelief and

curiosity.

“That’s just sad. He didn’t deserve this!”

“Back then, Maren was head over heels for him. Most people thought she h

heartless!”

the jackpot. And now? She’s so

“Right? Just because she beat Daniel from the Royal Military Academy, she’s acting like she’s out of his league!”

Videos of the incident spread like wildfire–snapshots, live footage, slow–motion replays. Everyone had

something to say.

People were quick to turn on Maren, accusing her of arrogance after defeating Daniel.

What no one seemed eager to mention was how Wilbur had once looked down on her. His feelings only showed up once her name started gaining power and attention.

Maren, meanwhile, stayed completely unfazed.

Later that evening, she finished dinner with Isla, helped her settle into bed, and returned to her room, expecting a call from Daniel.

He had promised he’d call as soon as he got word from the principal at Voutsas Middle School.

But before Daniel could call, her phone lit up with a different name–Stormclaw.

“Maren, I’ve got some good news.”

Leaning back against her pillows, Maren straightened in a flash. “Hurry up–tell me!”

On the other end of the line, Stormclaw sounded even more excited than Maren. “It’s the Kalman Jungle! There’ve been a bunch of major gunfights there–another one just last month! I found some photos from the scene. Sending them over now.”

Her screen buzzed. One photo after another popped into view.

At first glance, the photos mostly showed plain jungle terrain. But when Maren looked closer, she spotted faint carvings on stones, walls, and even in the dusty corners of the ground.

She recognized them right away–they were contact symbols from the Sovereign Underworld.

Even more specifically, they were the kind of coded messages Nikolas had drilled into her–marks reserved only for those in his most loyal circle.

“These weren’t taken long ago, were they?” Maren asked, her voice tense.

“They’re fresh. Ispoke to a few survivalists in the area. Two months ago, those symbols didn’t exist,” Stormclaw

replied confidently.

It could only mean one thing–Nikolas and his followers had been in the Kalman Jungle just last month.

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They were still alive.

No wonder Stormclaw couldn’t keep his cool.

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