The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207 A Disappointing Heir

Uninterested in Nadia’s antics, Maren continued to savor her dinner, utterly ignoring Nadia’s presence.

“You know, Maren, the Marshall family holds a lot of influence around here. Since you’re leading the Morgan family now, wouldn’t it make sense to build ties with them? It could open doors for Isla in Voutsas and

strengthen your business connections. You’d take our family even further,” Nadia suggested, offering a smile

filled with fake sincerity.

To anyone unaware of who she truly was, her act might’ve seemed convincing.

Nadia knew Maren was new to Voutsas, and hadn’t had time to get familiar with the people here. That was why she left out any mention of the underworld and suggested Maren should visit them as the head of the Morgan family. It sounded reasonable on the surface.

Too bad for Nadia, Stormclaw had filled Maren in on the real story behind the Marshalls and Maren had crossed paths with Lucien once.

“Are you suggesting I stop by with a gift and introduce myself to the Marshalls?” Maren asked, raising an

eyebrow at Nadia.

“Exactly! That’s what I was trying to say!” Nadia replied, barely containing her excitement now that Maren appeared to be walking straight into her trap.

“Sounds reasonable,” Maren remarked casually, instantly piercing through Nadia’s charade. “Well, I might just attend.”

Since Nadia thought she could manipulate her, Maren decided to play along.

She never gave Nadia the satisfaction of winning–not in Baimsa, and not here in Voutsas.

Maren suppressed a chuckle.

She never really saw Nadia as a threat. But the constant little stunts were getting old. Maybe it was time Nadia got a taste of her own medicine.

Coincidentally, Maren had already planned to meet with Lucien anyway.

She took a few more bites, waited until the judges had likely cleared out, then rose from her seat and made her way towards the elevator,

“My sister is going to visit Mr. Marshall on the eighth floor. Should we all join her, guys?” Nadia called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. She was dead set on making Maren look foolish in front of everyone.

Maren didn’t even blink. She stepped into the elevator with Stormclaw and Isla and reached for the button.

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“Maren, I wouldn’t go up there if I were you,” Morris said, catching up with them.

He didn’t catch every word, but the tension between Maren and Nadia had said enough.

From what he knew of Nadia, this wasn’t going to end well.

“Don’t you think where my sister wants to go isn’t really your concern, Morris?” Nadia said, cutting him off before he could say more.

Without waiting for his reply, she and Wilbur stepped into the elevator alongside Maren.

The building had several elevators, but as soon as the other students realized Maren was going to meet the Marshall family, they scrambled to pile into any lift they could.

Once Maren’s abilities were out in the open, it didn’t take long for everyone in Baimsa to know her real identity.

If Lucien ruled Voutsas, then Maren reigned in Baimsa.

Naturally, nobody wanted to miss what could turn into a showdown.

Maren raised an eyebrow at Morris as he approached. “You tagging along?” she asked.

“No, I…”

A student cut him off. “If you’re not joining us, Morris, then just stay out of the way.”

Even if Morris had something to add, nobody was paying attention anymore.

The others were too eager to witness the drama firsthand.

No one wanted Morris to stop the one thing they were here to see.

He was pushed back as more people flooded into the elevator, leaving him behind.

They didn’t know about Nadia’s setup. All they were eager for was the showdown between the two powerhouses.

Phones were already up, cameras rolling.

Up on the top floor, Lucien was already a mess. Slumped on the couch with a woman on each side, he kept the drinks flowing like the party would go on forever.

Ernest sat opposite him, visibly uncomfortable.

Watching Lucien like this made his skin crawl, but the rest of the family still treated Lucien like their golden ticket.

“Lucien, I’ve got top brass breathing down my neck. They’re pressuring me to back our cousin as the next heir. If you don’t start showing some leadership, I won’t be able to shield you for much longer.”

The family business never caught Ernest’s interest. He joined the military in his teens and had been rising through the ranks ever since.

That made Lucien the last real shot at keeping the Marshall name alive.

It wasn’t that straightforward, though. The Marshalls had too much influence in Voutsas for the state to sit back and tolerate an unfit heir. At the same time, their cousin, Higgs Marshall, was proving himself with sharp

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skill and growing ambition.

Normally, if Lucien didn’t want the title, someone else could just step in. But Higgs wasn’t just ambitious. He was brutal.

Sure, Lucien had his flaws. He had a reputation as a playboy, but he knew where the line was.

Higgs, on the other hand, didn’t. For him, boundaries didn’t exist.

Leadership circles in the state were beginning to lean toward Higgs, and old rivals of the Marshall family were circling like vultures, hoping to split the family apart from within.

What should have been a routine matter of succession had now spiraled into a full–blown crisis.

Just days earlier, the state military had sent Ernest a direct order–back Higgs or get out of the way.

Stress had Ernest teetering on the edge. Lucien, meanwhile, was lounging on the couch like none of it mattered.

“Cheer up, will you? You think running the family’s some dream job? I’d rather kick back, spend my money, and live stress–free. That whole mess isn’t for me,” Lucien slurred. The stench of alcohol clung to him.

Ernest was livid. “You moron. You’re all we’ve got left. Step up and act like it!”

“Save the duty talk. You don’t even know half of what’s going on,” Lucien retorted, too drunk to carry on a proper conversation.

“Let’s give it a rest until he sobers up,” one of the guests muttered, trying to ease the tension.

Most of the guests were there because they’d already picked a side–either Lucien or Ernest.

“You think this is just booze talking? Even when he’s sober, he’s a damn joke,” Ernest said through gritted teeth and stormed off.

Others could only sigh.

The Marshall family had endured for generations, but now it felt like the entire legacy could crumble under a disappointing heir.

Dissatisfaction was written across every face.

Reaching the elevator, Ernest moved to press the button, only for the doors to slide open first.

Standing right there were Maren, Nadia, and a crowd of onlookers.

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