The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225 The Smell Of

Roasted Meat

“How are you holding up?” Maren asked warmly, her eyes scanning Morris‘ face.

“It’s kind of exhilarating,” Morris admitted, the rush still in his veins.

After taking a moment to collect himself, he spoke up with genuine appreciation. “I owe you one for earlier,

Maren. You saved me.”

“I didn’t do it out of charity. Make sure you repay me someday!” Maren quipped, flashing a mischievous smile while snapping off thick branches from a nearby tree. She expertly used them to restrain the cheetah’s limbs as

makeshift restraints.

“Understood. From this point forward, I’ve got your back–no questions asked,” Morris replied quickly, his voice steady and full of resolve.

Maren had pulled him out of danger more than once. He was already in her debt from several training exercises they’d endured together.

“Don’t overhype it,” Maren said, chuckling softly.

Still, a quiet smile formed on her lips. Morris was a solid guy, and his actions back then–standing up for her without hesitation–had said everything about his character. He didn’t forget those, who helped him.

While their conversation continued, the atmosphere inside the control room shifted.

“No way! They actually managed to catch a cheetah alive? That’s unheard of in the history of the competition!”

“Amazing! First, Maren nailed every shot in the target round, now Morris cornerd a predator in the wild. This

year’s contest just hit a whole new level, and they’re both in the same team!”

“But can we truly claim that Morris subdued the creature?” Calvert cut in abruptly.

“What are you implying, Mr. Marshall?”

The panel appeared baffled.

Calvert didn’t respond immediately, His attention was locked on the monitor, where Maren was engaged in a

conversation with Morris.

Though the wilderness specialists might have missed it, Calvert, with years of experience, had not.

The cheetah had nearly ended Morris‘ life.

Suddenly, a rock had soared through the air and collided with the predator’s leg. The unexpected blow had startled the animal, causing it to hesitate. That split–second delay had allowed Morris to counter.

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Credit didn’t belong to Morris. The real savior was the person who had hurled that stone, altering the outcome entirely.

Only one individual could have pulled that off–Maren.

Her contribution was pivotal.

Calvert’s thoughts returned to Lucien, who had consistently praised Maren’s capability and resilience.

Had he misunderstood her?

“Mr. Marshall?” Gerald called, noting that Calvert had stopped abruptly.

“What were you saying a moment ago?”

“It’s nothing.” Calvert opted to keep his realization to himself. He had a hunch Maren preferred it that way and

didn’t wish to ruin her discretion.

Meanwhile, Nadia’s team was in hot pursuit of a rabbit.

Despite its wound, the animal continued its frantic dash, slipping past the grasp of over a dozen pursuers.

“Another miss!” Wilbur grumbled, visibly annoyed, shaking his head in disbelief.

The rabbit was exceptionally nimble. After his initial shot, which had landed, he hadn’t struck another.

So far, he had missed seven or eight shots.

His past training only involved stationary targets. This new challenge–fast, unpredictable movement–was proving far more demanding than he’d imagined.

“We’ve got to hurry, Wilbur. We can’t let Maren’s team outperform us,” one of them urged.

Nearly ten minutes had passed since the hunt began, and they still hadn’t succeeded in catching the injured rabbit.

“We lost yesterday. We can’t afford another defeat today,” another added, their concern clear.

“Relax. For all we know, Maren hasn’t caught anything either.” Hannah’s irritation surfaced as she dismissed the negativity.

“She’s right. Even if they located prey, without gear, it’ll be tough to finish the job,” Nadia chimed in.

She’d already ensured her team crafted tools earlier that morning to be ready when it counted.

“Exactly. Maybe they’re still preparing weapons,” Wilbur agreed.

That suggestion sparked hope in the team.

How could anyone snatch a rabbit without the right equipment? No one expected to grab one with bare fingers.

Especially not this one–it was already difficult using bows and arrows.

As for larger, fiercer wildlife, they’d likely bolt before a human got close.

“I got it!” At that moment, Wilbur finally struck the rabbit.

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“Yes! Nailed it!”

Cheers broke out.

They had secured their first catch.

“That little critter really made us work for it,” Wilbur commented, scooping up the lifeless body.

“Wait, did anyone notice it kept heading the same way? Maybe it was trying to return to its den,” Hannah

speculated.

“Could be. If that’s the case, there’s likely a warren nearby,” Nadia reasoned.