The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271 She Deserves Nothing Less Than Death

“Murder! She’s killed someone!” screamed a student.

In a wave of terror, the teenagers who had just seen a horrific killing dispersed chaotically

A few ran clear across the playground boundaries.

Paralyzed by fear, the PE teacher collapsed to the ground, his strength drained.

“Please, don’t kill us! We don’t want to die! We’re begging you!” In the wake of witnessing Colt’s gruesome fate, the three remaining boys groveled before Maren, their voices filled with panic.

“You’re lucky you didn’t utter the foolish words he did,” Maren said, her voice cutting through the air like ice.

“Thank you. Thank you so much!” Relief washed over the three boys as they quickly voiced their gratitude, thankful they had not insulted Isla earlier.

They started to walk away.

“Who said you could leave?” Maren’s voice stopped them in their tracks.

“What do you mean?” The three spun around, their anxiety was evident.

“Death may not be your fate, but you’re not off the hook. You have offended me, and it’s time to settle that score.” Maren’s fury was clear; she was not prepared to let them go without consequences.

“Absolutely, it’s our responsibility! We promise to comply with whatever you ask if you just give us another chance. We won’t repeat our mistakes!”

“Tell us what you need, and we’ll do it!”

Relieved, thinking Maren might reconsider, they hastened to demonstrate their willingness to obey.

The proximity of Colt’s lifeless body sent shivers down their spines, their legs quaking in terror.

“You come from families with means, correct? I have a simple request. The three of you will combine your wealth to fund a comprehensive donation to the school. This funding should cover repairs, upgrades to the dormitories, and provide for scholarships, grants, and stipends.” Maren laid out her conditions.

Given that Isla would be attending this school for the foreseeable future, the facility needed significant improvements. This action would not only enhance the school but also assist Olivia in her current predicament. Students who had initially fled to the outskirts of the playground began to return, drawn by curiosity.

A donation to the school?

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Chapter 271 She Deserves Nothing Less Than Death

Would that mean better facilities?

A well–equipped and spacious playground?

Better meals? Nicer dorms?

This was a humble public school where the majority of the student body came from working–class backgrounds,

with little financial support. A few were from families that were better off

Some even came from the slums, their education funded by the scant earnings of their parents.

Scholarships, grants, and stipends…

This was great!

“You’re fantastic! You’re a legend! I adore you!”

Joyful cheers filled the playground.

The three boys, however, turned ashen. “This is too extreme. If we comply, it could bankrupt our families.”

Their families had some resources, but they were not as wealthy as the aristocrats.

“You can agree, or suffer the same fate as him. Decide within three minutes.”

Maren didn’t care what happened to them. Everything came with a price. This was theirs.

Moreover, her ultimatum had a dual purpose–to gain support.

Following the severe punishment Maren meted out to Colt, there was a risk that students would fear or avoid

Isla.

This donation, though, would demonstrate to everyone that her severe actions were reserved for those who wronged Isla.

With the entire school standing to gain from the improvements funded by their families, Isla’s classmates were likely to view her more favorably, promoting a more inclusive atmosphere.

Just as Maren predicted, the students‘ attitude towards her noticeably softened. Their terror had begun to fade. “You’re incredibly sharp,” Adela finally said, standing beside Isla and Maren.

That caught Maren’s attention. Was this girl truly perceptive enough to read between the lines? “You’ve got a sharp little brain, don’t you?” A smirk tugged at her lips.

Isla’s first real friend turned out to be a solid choice. Smart, composed–definitely promising.

Adela met the compliment with a cheerful smile.

“Thank you, Maren,” said Isla. She knew everything Maren had done was for her.

With a gentle hand, Maren tousled her hair. “No need to thank me. This is what family does.”

“Colt!”

“My son!”

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