The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224 We Succeeded

“What just happened? Morris actually dodged that?”

“Must’ve been pure luck.”

“A lucky dodge, sure, but what about the counterattack? You saying that was coincidence too?”

“Something doesn’t add up. Maybe Morris has been playing dumb this whole time. Could be he’s actually trained and just pretending to be clueless.”

The judges traded theories, confusion etched across every face. None of it made sense.

Only Calvert remained quiet, his brows knit in contemplation. “Silence.”

The Marshall family had long been a symbol of martial prowess, and Calvert had once been at the center of that legacy. His strength and skill had earned him legendary status across Slatinia in his youth.

And now, as he watched Morris move, he knew the truth. That boy wasn’t faking. He genuinely lacked proper training.

But his actions just now–those reactions, that timing–they were far too precise to be explained by chance.

Calvert narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer. He needed to see more.

“Maren, what’s the next move?” Morris‘ blood was pumping now, his fear replaced by determination.

“We can’t kill it. We need it alive to score full points. And we don’t have anything sharp, so your only real option is to go for its mobility first,” said Maren.

“Mobility? Like break its legs?” Morris looked at the cheetah’s limbs–strong, fast, and easily as thick as his own arms. Trying to break one head–on seemed like asking to get mauled.

“Its eyes. We go for the eyes.” Maren let out a sigh. “Did you already forget the wolf back during training?”

She still remembered the way she’d blinded a wild wolf by striking its eyes. The two of them had even cooked the meat afterward and turned it into a meal.

“Yeah, yeah, I remember now!” Morris laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. Of course that made more sense. A blind predator couldn’t chase him, and wouldn’t be able to fight as easily. But how was he supposed to pull that off?

There wasn’t a stick or anything sharp nearby. “Maren, you’re not seriously. expecting me to poke its eyes out with my bare hands, are you?”

“The weapons have been in your hand this whole time.”

“What?” Morris stiffened. He looked down. All he had were a few small stones he’d picked up earlier. “But I’m not you.”

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He remembered how Maren had blinded the wolf–cool, precise, effortless. But he didn’t have that kind of skill.

“If you can’t land a hit from far away, then get closer. The moment you throw, whether you hit or not, dodge. Understood?” Maren spoke while casually tossing a few stones of her own.

“Alright. I’ll try.”

Seeing how much faith Maren had in him, Morris couldn’t back down. He was a man, after all, and he didn’t

want to look weak in her eyes.

And then the cheetah lunged again.

“It’s charging straight at me!” Morris clenched the stones so hard they nearly cut into his skin. Sweat coated his palms, but he held on.

The cheetah closed the gap in no time, its speed almost unreal, blurring the space between them in a heartbeat.

“Try dodging this!” Morris hurled a stone at the cheetah’s eye, but missed.

That first attempt proved far more difficult than he had assumed it would be. Without thinking, he dropped into a sideways roll, sticking to Maren’s plan and narrowly escaping the creature’s claws.

But this time, the cheetah didn’t make the same mistake. As soon as it missed, it twisted around, recovered its

stance, and lunged for him a second time.

Morris‘ nerves shattered. He flung another stone.

Instead of striking its target, it clipped the cheetah on the nose. The beast recoiled in rage, letting out a sharp cry of pain. It exploded forward in a frenzy, snarling and clawing with savage fury.

Fortunately for Morris, he wasn’t someone who slacked off in training. His reflexes, though unpolished, held up. He managed to slip past the flurry of attacks without suffering a single scratch.

“If this thing sinks its teeth into me and it’s infected, I’m a dead man.”

What followed was no longer just a fight–it was a full–blown pursuit. Morris ran like his life depended on it, because it did. The cheetah thundered behind him, gaining ground with every stride.

Morris didn’t run blindly. His movements weren’t straight or predictable. He darted in sharp angles, pivoted around trees and rocks, and steered himself through dense patches of terrain that would slow the animal down.

That was his only advantage now. If he ran in a straight line, the cheetah would catch him in seconds. No human could outrun that.

Even while fleeing for his life, he still clutched the stones, waiting for any window of opportunity to strike back at the beast’s eyes.

He threw one–missed completely.

He tried again–no luck.

He gave it one more shot–still no contact.

Whenever Morris ran out of stones, he snatched up more from the ground the moment he spotted an opening, and then flung himself back into the cycle of attack and evasion.

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“What’s this kid even doing? Seriously? He thinks he can bring down a cheetah with pebbles? At least chuck something that might actually hurt!”

Back in the monitoring room, the same judges who had been mourning what they thought would be a brutal end were now bursting into laughter over the ridiculousness playing out on the screen.

“I can’t believe this nonsense! He had so many chances to finish the damn thing off. If he’d just bothered to arm himself–or picked up a rock the size of his fist–this would’ve been over already!” Gerald spat. He had drilled them on survival combat, and Morris‘ performance felt like a slap in the face.

“He’s not trying to kill it. He’s going for a live capture,” Calvert said flatly, cutting through the noise.

“He what?” Gerald and the other judges all practically shouted at once, their voices overlapping in shock.