The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313 Let’s Use Guns

“Sure, I’m in, but wouldn’t it be a little boring without something on the line?” Maren teased with a hint of

challenge.

“The deal’s easy. Loser picks up the tab for dinner,” Sawyer said without missing a beat. If he ended up losing. he’d treat Maren to a meal, and if she lost, she’d be the one footing the bill. No matter how it turned out, he’d get to have dinner with her.

Displeased with his casual response, Maren retorted, “Is food all you ever think about?”

She pondered why Sawyer consistently suggested she pay for meals.

Not understanding love, Maren often failed to see the joy in simply spending time with someone cherished.

“Is something bothering you? Are you stressing over the money?” Sawyer held his ground. This was the only chance he had to stay near Maren without making anyone suspicious.

“Alright, let’s make that bet,” Maren said, her competitive nature surfacing.

Their competitive streaks were legendary, both detesting defeat, having sparred for years.

Approaching the nearest factory, Maren and Sawyer were quickly intercepted

“Apologies, but this zone’s off–limits. Outsiders aren’t permitted,” said one of the factory workers, stepping in

front of them.

“I’m with the Marshall family. I got word that your factory could be dealing wi

woods. The family asked

me to come here and look into it to confirm whether the report holds any truth,” Maren stated.

The pair scrutinized the worker, awaiting his reaction.

While his expression remained impassive, his eyes betrayed a flicker of panic.

Something was amiss!

“You must be mistaken, ma’am. We manufacture only standard consumer goods here. Nothing illegal could possibly be happening.” The worker attempted to maintain his composure, but his anxiety was evident. “There

seems to be some confusion. Perhaps someone with a vendetta fabricated this story. We’re unsure of their

motives.”

“I’ve heard rumors about weapons,” Maren said casually.

She brought it up to see how the worker would react, remembering that the ones who had attacked her and Lucien before were armed with top–grade weapons.

If the Marshall family had come up empty in Voutsas, then the weapons had to be stashed somewhere beyond the city limits, and this place was starting to look like a strong possibility. That was why Maren was testing the

waters.

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“What did you say?” The worker’s face drained of color, his shock impossible to hide.

If her first statement had put him on edge, the second had made it painfully clear that she wasn’t just nosing around–she was a real problem.

“You’re working with that man, aren’t you?” He meant Stormclaw.

Only Stormclaw was aware of the secret hidden within this place.

Realizing his misfortune, the worker reflected on the deadly secrets hidden here, previously known only to Stormclaw, and now seemingly threatened by the arrival of Maren and her companion.

“Where is he?” Maren asked, seizing the worker by his collar.

This disturbance quickly caught the attention of the other factory workers. “Who are you? Release him!”

Undeterred, Maren tightened her grip. “Speak now, or it ends here for you.”

“I have no idea…”

Disappointed, Maren ended his life with a swift neck twist.

Enraged, the workers shouted, “Take her down!”

With their cover blown, they armed themselves with whatever was close—steel pipes, machetes–and rushed at

Maren.

“I’m already one man ahead.” Maren shot a quick look at Sawyer while a crowd of people came rushing toward

them.

“You won’t be ahead for long.” Sawyer was always ready to rise to a challenge. He stepped up beside Maren to

confront the wave of approaching workers.

As the workers charged, Maren launched one through the air with a force!

Next, she watched Sawyer deliver a powerful punch, knocking another opponent to the ground.

Their eyes met, igniting a competitive spark. Together, they surged into the cro 1, dispatching attackers with

skilled ease.

“Damn, who the hell are those two? Since when did the Marshall family start sending people who fight like

assassins?”

The workers, overwhelmed by the duo’s prowess, were seasoned fighters themselves.

Maren and Sawyer realized simultaneously that these were no ordinary factory hands. Their adversaries‘ robust physiques and combat tactics betrayed military–level training, which set them apart from typical civilians.

Had it been anyone but Maren and Sawyer, overcoming these workers would have posed a significant challenge.

“Let’s use guns–they’re too skilled.”

“No. Mr. Williams told us to help Higgs take control of the Marshall family. What if pulling out guns tips them

off and blows our cover?”

“But if we don’t use guns, there’s no way we can take them down. And if they make it back, the Marshall

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family will find out everything either way!”

“Alright then. Tell everyone to arm themselves. And get the crews from the other factories over here. We’re not letting those two walk out of this place alive!”

Within moments, as dozens fell to Maren and Sawyer, the workers grasped the gravity of their opponents

capabilities

Once armed, they opened fire without hesitation.

Maren and Sawyer, ever resourceful, shielded themselves with the fallen, meticulously counting the shots fired against them.

Once their bullets were spent, they flung the bodies straight at the oncoming workers, Caught off guard, the workers failed to move in time and collapsed in a tangled pile.

Maren and Sawyer didn’t waste the moment. They dashed in, snatched up the fallen machetes, and unleashed a vicious assault on the workers still scrambling to get up. Their timing couldn’t have been sharper.

“Help! No! Please, don’t kill me!”

With each passing second, more factory workers fell under Maren and Sawyer’s relentless attack. The air rang with cries, the floor slick with chaos and desperation.

Far off in another section of the factory, a middle–aged man who had recently taken over for the long–haired supervisor sat calmly, sipping his coffee like nothing was amiss.

Beside him, a younger man leaned in to refill his cup.

That fool Ronan completely botched things. How could one person cause so much damage? It’s humiliating

After a failure like this, how are we supposed to look Mr. Williams in the eye?”

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