The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 220

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No wonder Maren had remained so composed all along

Only now did Wilbur fully grasp what she meant when she said the food would come to them.

It was these crabs–plentiful and fresh–that she had anticipated.

“Yummy!” Morris exclaimed, savoring each bite with wide–eyed delight.

Maren sampled a scallop, eating with a quiet elegance. She wasn’t especially hungry, so her pace was measured -unlike Morris, who devoured his food like he hadn’t eaten in days.

From a short distance away, Nadia and her group watched the scene with visible envy. Their eyes lingered on. the steaming seafood, their mouths watering involuntarily.

They longed for roasted crabs too, but their fireless camp offered nothing but sour, stomach–cramping wild

fruits,

Now they realized why Maren had spent so much time gathering branches earlier that day.

They, too, had caught crabs, but with no fire to cook them, they could only sit and watch their prey rot, gnawing bitterly on wild fruit instead.

The frustration was unbearable.

So bitter. So humiliating.

“What’s the big deal? It’s just branches! I’ll go get some right now?‘ Hannah snapped, her tone bristling with

annoyance,

“Right? It’s just branches. Let’s go find some!”

They believed that sheer numbers would tip the scales in their favor.

After all, they had mocked Maren not long ago–there was no chance they’d humble themselves enough to seek her help now.

“It’s pitch black now. How do you plan on finding anything out there? Wilbur asked, still clinging to reason

amid the chaos.

With Maren’s fire far away, the inky darkness made finding branches an impossible task.

Such foraging was only feasible in the light of day.

Maren, ever the strategist, had wisely gathered her firewood before dusk settled in.

Wilbur felt a rwinge of embarrassment–he had clearly underestimated Maren’s foresight and capability.

is remark dampened the group’s spirits like a cold gust of wind. Yet no one could deny the truth–they’d

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wasted the daylight, and now it was far too late.

“Alright, everyone, we’ll have to settle for wild fruits tonight. Come morning, I’ll lead the hunt myself,” Nadia added, sensing that if she didn’t steady the group’s nerves soon, their fragile unity might completely unravel.

The group had rallied behind Nadia because she had impressed everyone during the survival lecture the night- before–her confident answers and the professor’s praise had earned their trust.

That was why they had chosen her as their leader. Nadia’s reputation as a gifted woman of Baimsa preceded her, reaching ears even beyond her home city.

But now, Nadia’s shine was dimming in comparison to Maren’s. No one could pretend wild fruits compared to the savory allure of fresh seafood.

Determined to keep morale afloat, Nadia knew she needed their loyalty–winning the survival competition depended on it.

“Nadia’s right! Back in the city, we never get a chance to taste real wild game. This is our shot at both a great score and a proper wilderness barbecue!” Hannah, ever the loyal follower, backed Nadia without hesitation.

The mere mention of a barbecue had everyone salivating, easily swayed Hannah and Nadia’s promise.

“What a bunch of clueless fools,” Morris scoffed and shook his head, finishing the last bite of his meal with mild disdain.

“Forget about them. Get some sleep,” Maren said calmly, tossing a few more branches into the fire before retreating to her leaf–crafted shelter.

Summer’s end crept in with a brisk sea breeze that upped at the skin. But with a steady fire and a well–built tent, the night’s chill was softened to a gentle warmth

“Should we head out hunting tomorrow as well?” Morris asked, his head peeking from the tent flap.

The rules of the competition were straightforward: survive on the island for two weeks and demonstrate the ability to thrive in harsh conditions. Ultimately, it was a test of who could maintain the highest quality of life amidst adversity.

A well–fed team reflected a high standard of living and revealed their prowess as hunters.

Nadia and Wilbur’s team held one major edge: numbers.

Morris hesitated, concern flickering in his eyes. He turned to speak to Maren, only to realize she was already quiet

The only sound that met his ears was the calm, rhythmic whisper of Maren’s breathing.

Was she already asleep?

Well then, perhaps his concerns were unfounded after all.

Before drifting off, Morris cast a glance at Nadia’s group–half of them were visibly shivering. A quiet sense of smug satisfaction settled over him.

“That’s the power of a fire,” he mused. I should place my faith entirely in Maren from now on.”

Maren never acted without reason–every move of hers had purpose.

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Morris had made his decision–his loyalty was now sealed.

Resolved and at ease, Morris slowly slipped into slumber.

Morning came with a chorus of sneezes, rousing Morris from sleep.

The steady stream of sneezes made the camp sound more like a makeshift infirmary.