The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262 We’re Being Followed

“Mr. Turner…”

The crowd appeared to grasp Scotty’s intention. A few opened their mouths as if to say something, but he gestured for silence.

“I appreciate the generous proposal, Mr. Turner, but I’m not particularly interested in antiques,” Maren responded coolly.

Though familiar with antiques, they were merely a minor footnote in her extensive skillset. Her familiarity stemmed from earlier assignments, never as a path she planned to seriously pursue–much less lead a professional body in.

Her attention was demanded elsewhere, by far more urgent concerns.

It was startling enough that Scotty had personally invited her and even offered to relinquish his position as the president of the Slatinia Antique Association. Yet Maren refused. The audience was thrown into disarray.

Did they hear that correctly?

That president of the association wasn’t just ceremonial–it represented supreme influence in Slatinia’s world of antiquities.

It was a coveted dream for enthusiasts, yet Maren turned it down without hesitation. And what did she mean by “not particularly interested“?

“Miss Morgan, your insight is remarkable. Are you implying you have no intention of staying involved in this field?” Scotty asked, clearly catching her meaning, though the idea was difficult for him to accept.

“Mr. Turner, have you forgotten who she really is?” Lucien said from the sidelines, casually reminding him.

A flicker of realization crossed Scotty’s face. Maren wasn’t just anyone–she led a powerful underworld network. Someone like her wouldn’t normally be poring over antiques.

Still, her earlier analysis had been so sharp, that everyone had assumed she was a seasoned expert in the antique industry.

“You won’t have to handle anything personally. As long as you’re willing to be the figurehead, I’ll handle the logistics,” Scotty proposed, adjusting his approach now that he understood her reluctance.

This time, even Maren blinked in surprise. No obligations and still get the title?

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Meanwhile, Scotty was giving up the title while keeping the workload. What exactly was he gaining?

“Just say yes,” Lucien advised quietly, clearly aware of the larger picture.

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Chapter 262 We’re Being followed

“Indeed‘ No one else fits the role better, Miss Morgan!” an onlooker chimed in with excitement

Maren’s confusion only deepened. “Mr. Turner, may I ask your reason?” she questioned, sensing an underlying

motive

Reading her expression, Scotty finally clarified. “You probably know Slatinia’s antique market holds one of the lowest reputations in the country. We desperately need someone truly competent to raise our standing”

A heavy sigh echoed among the crowd.

Maren understood, but antiques had little to do with her current priorities. She had no real inclination to step

into this world.

“This isn’t just about antiques. Influential families play a part behind the scenes. Holding a leadership role here could unlock powerful connections down the line,” Lucien whispered, close to her ear.

Maren hesitated at his remark. After reflecting briefly, she recognized that Lucien made a compelling argument

“I ask that you truly reflect on it, Miss Morgan,” Scotty urged once again.

“Fine.” Maren conceded at last. “But the leadership role should remain with you, Mr. Turner. A membership is enough for me.”

It didn’t sit well with her to hold the title and contribute nothing of substance.

“You’ve agreed?” Scotty beamed, visibly relieved after bracing for another refusal. “With your talents, simply placing you among the general ranks wouldn’t do you justice.”

“Exactly. You can’t be lumped in with the average crowd, Miss Morgan,” another chimed in.

“Would you consider serving as the vice president of the Slatinia Antique Association?” Scotty proposed.

“Certainly,” Maren replied with a shrug. A slightly elevated post could prove useful. But elevated standing brought added expectations.

“My calendar’s not overloaded,” she mentioned. “If there’s something urgent, just reach me on this number.” She had no intention of managing daily affairs, but for critical matters, she was willing to step in.

“That’s fantastic!” Scotty exclaimed, quickly jotting down her contact.

As they stepped outside, he even volunteered to accompany her home, though Lucien mentioned he had a car, and Scotty backed off.

“At last–time to grab a bite.”

While navigating the streets, Lucien glimpsed at the gifts for his grandfather on the back seat through the rearview mirror, and his spirits rose.

Maren, riding shotgun, turned the pocket watch over in her hands.

Dunn had always kept it close. She had only glimpsed it before–never examined it properly.