The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188 A Cooking Competition (Part One)

Not once had Maren so much as flinched since meeting the chef. Her calm, almost bored expression said it all

-she didn’t see him as a threat.

“Ah, playing it cool, huh? That just makes you more interesting.” Met with silence, the chef approaching Maren.

“Breaking women who act tough is always the most satisfying.” His hand stretched to Maren’s cheek.

But before Maren could strike him down, the cellar door flew open, and a man stepped inside, unknowingly saving the chef.

It was the same old man they’d seen earlier, the leader. He had come to see if the meal was ready.

At once, the chef jerked back his hand and bowed deeply, showering compliments upon the leader.

After spending so much time here, he’d already picked up the language of t

savages.

“What a disgrace,” Natalie muttered, exchanging disgusted glances with Tessa as they watched the arrogant

chef shrink into a sniveling coward.

The chef returned their gaze with venomous silence.

Ignoring the chef completely, the leader marched straight to the cart, tore off a chunk of raw human flesh, and

bit into it without hesitation.

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Blood smeared his mouth as he licked it clean, and the sight made Natalie and Tessa gag in horror.

Even Maren struggled to suppress her nausea.

It was clear luck had left her behind. She’d just met a guy dismembering women on the ferry, and now,

cannibals.

Yet at that very moment, inspiration struck her.

Surprising everyone, Maren boldly approached the leader without hesitation.

She talk to him in their language.

Shock visibly rippled across the leader’s face.

The chef was just as shocked, not by her ability to speak the language, but by what she was actually saying.

“You dare challenge me to a cooking competition?” the chef asked, clearly surprised.

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Maren informed the leader plainly that the chef’s cooking was mediocre at best. Hers, on the other hand, was

far superior.

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Chapter 188 A Cooking Competition (Part One)

She insisted it was senseless to keep him around; she could easily take over cooking responsibilities herself.

The leader didn’t hesitate. With an eager nod, he accepted her offer right away.

Given a choice between a lovely young woman and a filthy, greasy man, even the most primitive savage would know whom to pick.

“You manipulative bitch! Are you trying to get me killed?” the chef shouted furiously in English.

He wasn’t an idiot. Maren’s plan was obvious–she wanted him dead. If her cooking outshined his, the savages would have no use for him anymore.

With how ruthless the savages were, he wouldn’t just be replaced–he’d be dinner.

Maren wasn’t pulling the trigger herself. She was letting the savages do the dirty work.

“You talked big about this jungle being your kingdom, all thanks to your amazing food. Great. Let’s see if you can prove it now,” Maren said, flashing a slow, deliberate smile.

“You want this? Alright, let’s do it!” Fear didn’t even cross the chef’s face. Cooking was his profession, and he knew it better than anyone. “Like I said, you’re not just anyone, Someone like you is probably a big deal out there, way above someone like me. Does a person like that really need to be slaving over a stove?”

In his mind, Maren couldn’t possibly know her way around a kitchen. At best, she might be able to toast bread.

That hardly made her a chef.

“None of that matters. What you should focus on is preparing yourself to become their next feast,” Maren

retorted.

Though the leader didn’t grasp their conversation, Natalie and Tessa understood everything perfectly.

Maren had just laid down a challenge. If she won, the chef’s life was surely over. That was brilliant.

“We’re with you, Maren! Give that creep what he deserves!” Natalie and Tessa quickly rallied behind Maren.

“Talk all you want. Let’s see who’s still standing at the end,” the chef muttered, then turned on his heel and

stormed off to the kitchen at the end of the cellar.

With Maren confidently leading, the rest followed behind.

The leader tagged along at the rear, his leering eyes tracing Maren’s every step.

The kitchen door swung open, flooding their senses with the overpowering stink of blood. Even the chef grimaced. Only the leader seemed to enjoy it.

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“So, what’s your little plan for this competition?” confidence returned as he entered familiar territory. confidence returned as he entered familiar territory.

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Maren surveyed the cooking area quickly. She only a single pot. The only fat on hand was just humans. And when it to seasoning, salt was all

rendered from human remains—no animals inhere was

they had.