The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 33

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Were they going to compete against skilled instructors?

Losing to them meant getting a zero?

That was completely unfair.

Even Nadia and Wilbur, the academy’s top students, couldn’t hide their unease. If they got a zero, the

embarrassment would be unbearable.

Before anyone could voice their concerns, Jeff interjected, “We won’t be allowed to carry guns into the field.”

Relief washed over the group when they heard this.

Unarmed soldiers were essentially harmless, like cats without their claws.

Students, on the other hand, had guns.

It seemed likely then that the soldiers might be the ones needing to flee.

A wave of confidence swept through the students at this realization.

Yet, they failed to notice the subtle smirks on the faces of the instructors, particularly Jeff’s.

Jeff and his colleagues had seen their type before: affluent cadets clueless about the real dangers of combat in natural settings.

Jeff and his crew noticed someone who didn’t react like the others—she was composed throughout, not showing any signs of flinching or relief.

That person was Maren.

They glanced at her again, noting her unique demeanor but moved on, attributing it to just her nature.

To them, the idea that this young woman might pose a real threat seemed far–fetched.

Rosaline then said loudly, “Begin your preparations now. Find your positions. The assessment will commence with a gunshot in thirty minutes.”

“Yes, ma’am!” the students answered together, wasting no time as they split into groups.

Eagerly, the students broke into teams and disappeared into the thick forest.

The woods offered an abundance of hiding spots, which was an undeniable tactical advantage.

Maren, however, seemed uninterested in strategic positioning. She chose a spot on the perimeter and settled

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“Maren, come join us?” As Nadia walked by, she couldn’t help but try once more.

Her plan required Maren to be deeper in the forest where she could execute her ambush.

“I’m enjoying the fresh air right now. I’ll head in later.” Maren lounged on a nearby rock, as if she were relaxing at a seaside resort rather than preparing for a simulated combat scenario.

“Maren, if you’re scared, just say so. What’s with all the theatrics?” Wilbur asked, his grin dripping with scorn.

His group had the most people and he didn’t feel threatened in the slightest. Others followed suit, sneering at Maren as well.

Could it be that Maren, despite her tough talk, was actually backing down?

Dragging Nadia behind him, Wilbur disappeared into the woods with the others.

After the others vanished into the woods, Maren looked up, observing the drone that buzzed above. Her eyes then turned to the forest’s dense interior.

“These fools won’t last minutes out there,” Maren whispered to herself, a smirk playing at her lips.

Laying back leisurely on the rock, she seemed to be preparing for a nap under the sun.

“Is she actually sleeping?”

The disbelief was evident in the voice of a professional evaluator at the command center as he watched the live drone feed.

Rosaline, quick on her feet, brought over a cup of coffee for the evaluator.

“Don’t bother with her, Mr. Chadwick. Maren Morgan’s always been at the bottom of the class. Probably not worth your time. You’d be better off focusing on the others,” Rosaline suggested anxiously, dabbing the sweat off her forehead while directing his attention to a different monitor.

As the drama unfolded across the various drone views, dozens of students sprang into action.

Alberto Chadwick wasn’t just a casual observer; he was a high–ranking official from the state military division, brought in to scrutinize the academy’s operations.

His presence signified heightened scrutiny from the state military towards the Royal Military Academy in Baimsa.

Daniel had made it clear repeatedly: everything needed to run flawlessly during this inspection. The previous classes had set a decent standard; any mishaps with this class could spell disaster.

Rosaline’s hands were clenched tight. She regretted involving Maren, realizing too late the potential complications.

Alberto redirected his attention away from Maren, trying to manage his irritation. He observed the others: some sought cover, others teamed up for better coordination. Although their strategies were far from perfect, they showed effort. In stark contrast, Maren seemed absurd.

Exposed on a rock, Maren had neither a strategy for defense nor any form of camouflage.

Her approach was dangerously careless.

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As the prep time dwindled, the final minutes of the half–hour countdown ticked away.

Positioned at the forest’s edge, ten soldiers prepared themselves, poised to start the exercise.

“Why hasn’t Maren moved yet? She’s going to be an easy target for Jeff and his team once they begin.” Alberto shook his head, clearly disappointed. He turned to Rosaline. “This is disappointing. Throughout my inspections in five other cities, I’ve never witnessed such negligence. A student sleeping during an exercise? This is less about her skills and more about her attitude. What’s happening with your academy? What kind of standards do you have for your admissions?”