The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Insults

“Maren?” Wilbur’s sudden exclamation immediately grabbed Nadia’s attention.

Everyone followed Wilbur’s gaze. Yet, the woman had already entered the vehicle, disappearing from view.

After a moment’s reflection, they dismissed the possibility, shaking their heads almost simultaneously.

“Wilbur, you probably imagined it. Maren doesn’t have an invitation. She couldn’t get past the entrance, especially with armed security,” Nadia said.

“Yeah, exactly! Unless she’s got wings, there’s no way she got inside,” Cullum chimed in confidently.

“If Maren is actually here, I’ll eat my own hat. Besides, it’s easy to confuse people at a distance. Just yesterday, I mistook someone else for my dad. You’re probably just seeing things, Wilbur.” Bobby laughed dismissively.

Nadia nodded. “Maybe your frustration with Maren made you mistake someone else for her.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Wilbur replied after considering their points.

He had only caught a brief glimpse from behind and couldn’t confirm it was Maren.

Additionally, many women shared similar appearances, and Maren certainly lacked the credentials to gain entry.

Comforted by this logic, Wilbur pushed his doubts aside.

Unknown to Wilbur’s group, Maren had already settled comfortably in Simon’s car, reaching the competition venue filled. with extravagantly modified sports cars.

Various sections occupied designated seating areas, visibly marking their territories.

Currently, nearly all sections were packed.

Despite the Onyx’s notable status among Baimsa’s top five gangs, tonight they were exceeded by even more prominent attendees, leaving them relegated to a discreet corner.

Simon walked ahead confidently while Maren followed leisurely, observing the diverse crowd.

Surprisingly, this event drew more than just underworld elites; government officials were also present.

Once seated, Simon handed Maren a distinct bracelet representing Onyx’s affiliation.

Suddenly, excitement swept through the crowd.

“Look over there!”

“No way!”

“That’s Mr. Lee! He’s really here!”

“Welcome, Mr. Lee!”

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Amid wild cheers and fervent applause, a distinguished man in an impeccable suit strode confidently towards the center,

accompanied by an impressive entourage.

Instantly, Baimsa’s influential figures rose respectfully, their usual arrogance replaced with earnest courtesy.

All smiles, they eagerly sought to impress this global heavyweight.

Everyone else was celebrating, but a single person in the crowd remained coldly indifferent.

“Marcus Lee.” Maren instantly recognized the figure being enthusiastically welcomed in the spotlight.

It really was him.

Rage ignited in Maren’s eyes, intensifying into a deadly glare.

Simon, seated beside her, felt a chill from Maren’s sudden surge of hostility. He heard her say, “Find me a racing suit. I’m

joining this race.”

“Excuse me?” Simon looked startled and was about to question her further, but one glance at Maren’s fierce expression stopped him. Her commanding intensity was unlike anything he’d ever witnessed, sending a deep shiver through him.

Without further hesitation, Simon signaled urgently to a subordinate to fetch a suit.

Unaware of the brewing danger, Marcus stood proudly among the attendees, basking in the admiration. “Thank you, everyone! I’m honored by your hospitality. I’m excited about the partnerships we’ll form here.”

“Mr. Lee, please, you’re being far too humble. We’re counting on your leadership.”

After brief exchanges and several enthusiastic toasts, Marcus couldn’t suppress his eagerness any longer and called for the

race to begin.

Participants quickly suited up, pulling helmets firmly into place.

As competitors assembled on the starting line, Maren stood out prominently as the only woman.

Marcus, scanning the lineup, noticed her immediately. “You’ve got to be kidding–a woman racer?”

With her helmet obscuring most of her face, Marcus failed to recognize her identity.

“Who brought his girlfriend to the track?” He’d never taken women seriously, especially when it came to something he held sacred–racing.