The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 177

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“A Civilized Country? Even in a civilized country, it’s strength that ultimately determines the victor.” Westley slammed a pistol onto the table. “Listen here, old man–the entire underground of Baimsa is under our boss’s control now. You think you hold sway as the Thorpe family head? Even the mayor bows when facing our boss.”

As soon as Westley finished his declaration, every gang member in the room simultaneously raised and cocked their guns, aiming at Sam and Jessi.

Whoever dared to go against their boss must be tired of breathing.

“Ah!” Jessi’s scream cut through the tense air. She had heard the rumors that these people were capable of anything. “Sam, maybe we should just return the shares! It’s better than losing our lives!”

At the brink of death, financial concerns seemed trivial.

She recalled how Maren, pursued by the Crazybulls and the Slayers, had mercilessly killed so many gangsters.

Jessi had been bold in Maren’s absence, but now, confronted with the reality, her resolve crumbled.

Normally, Sam would chastise Jessi for her timidity. But today was different. It was clear Maren and her crew wouldn’t depart without what they came for.

“If you hold on to the shares, don’t be shocked if tomorrow’s news features the floating bodies of a couple,” Westley warned.

The threat made Sam’s skin crawl. Gambling with their lives was not an option he was willing to take.

“Maren, taking these shares will end the Thorpe family. For the sake of the past favors, please let my family endure,” Sam pleaded.

Devoid of any leverage, his focus was solely on preserving his family’s legacy and his own life.

“Past favors? I don’t recall you ever doing me a single favor,” Maren retorted, her expression unreadable.

Panic seized Sam. He scrambled mentally for anything that might sway Maren, but the harsh reality was that they had only ever brought her trouble.

“Enough chatter. Time to sign,” Maren stated, tapping impatiently on the table.

Facing the contract, Sam experienced a defeat as profound as Ashton had.

Signing would be the financial ruin of the Thorpe family.

Sam came to a grim realization: the Thorpe family was finished.

“Don’t worry. One your company goes broke, I’ll take it over. You’ll have enough to scrape by in retirement.*

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Maren’s voice was chilling, a whisper from the depths that tightened Sam’s jaw so forcefully it felt as though he might shatter his own teeth. “You intend to devour my company?”

“It’s going to fall apart regardless. Better I take it over than let it wither away,” Maren responded.

The Thorpe and the Morgan families had always operated in distinct markets, a fact that now facilitated Maren’s unobstructed acquisition of the Thorpe family’s assets. With her imminent control over both the criminal underworld and the business sector, she was poised to become the undisputed sovereign of Baimsa.

Powerless and seething with fury, Sam clenched his fists tightly.

“Just sign it!” Westley snapped, shoving Sam forcefully. Sam had been immobilized, staring vacantly at the contract for too long.

Resigned, Sam shut his eyes and gripped the pen. His signature, once firm and confident, now trembled across

the page.

The moment the ink dried, his strength deserted him, and he crumpled to the floor, his form collapsing as if all support had been withdrawn.

“Appreciate the cooperation,” Simon said nonchalantly, as he collected the contract. He quickly reviewed it to

ensure all was in order, then passed it to Maren.

She then signed her name as well.

With the signatures dry, all shares had been transferred back to Maren, and she exited the villa.

Simon, Westley, and the rest followed her out.

In just moments, the previously lively living room was deserted, echoing with the ghost of earlier

confrontations.

Sam and Jessi remained seated, statuesque, their eyes unseeing as they stared at the ceiling, their minds numb

and blank in the face of their overwhelming defeat.

At 2 a.m. Zane and Sawyer reached the Baimsa Airport.

“Sir, it’s confirmed. Maren’s flight departs at 3 a.m. She’s likely en route here as we speak,” Zane reported.

He carried a stack of documents, each page a detailed account of Maren’s recent endeavors: her last meeting with Sawyer, the assassination of Slasher, the ferry incident, and even the recent proposal…