The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 336

Chapter 336 Can You Show Me Your Trump Card

“I see.” Lucien now understood.

The reason Calvert had spared Higgs wasn’t complicated. Higgs had ties to the Williams family, and Calvert wasn’t ready to spark an all–out war with them. In fact, he might have even seen an opportunity to open lines of communication through Higgs.

Despite his age and indifference toward death, Calvert understood one thing–the Marshall family mattered far more than personal pride.

“Lucien, you have to realize that the Williams family’s aim is to seize Voutsas and completely consume the Marshall family. When that moment arrives, your entire family will be wiped out. Or do you actually believe the Williams family will show your people any mercy?”

Pushing back her chair, Maren crossed the room and pulled a thick stack of documents from a side drawer. She dropped them onto the table with a heavy thud. Simon had delivered them that morning–pages filled with the bloody history of families who had either resisted the Williams family or foolishly surrendered, only to face humiliation or death anyway.

“Do you believe it’s better for the Marshall family to endure humiliation or face complete destruction?” Maren patiently waited for his answer.

Lucien’s hands shook as he flipped through the documents.

To him, bowing down to the Williams family felt even worse than dying.

He drew in a deep breath, his eyes hardening with determination. “Alright, I agree. I’ll take part in your gamble!”

When it came to choosing between the Williams family’s sense of decency and Maren’s power, Lucien knew he trusted Maren’s strength far more.

“Excellent, but you made one mistake. This isn’t a gamble at all. This victory belongs to us,” said Maren with a wide, delighted smile.

Still, confusion clouded Lucien’s mind. He could not grasp why Maren was so sure of winning.

“Maren, will you show me your trump card?” Lucien asked, his anxiety growing as doubt gnawed at him.

“I’ll take you somewhere.” Maren stood, exited the house, and slid into the passenger seat of Lucien’s car. A second later, a location pinged on his phone. “Let’s go to this place.”

“Got it,” Lucien said with a brief nod.

Soon, they left the busy streets behind and rolled into the outskirts between Voutsas and Baimsa. The area was eerily quiet, with only a handful of large trucks creeping along the roads, careful not to draw attention.

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The moment their car pulled up, Westley ordered the trucks to halt.

He climbed down from one of the trucks and hurried over to meet Maren. “Boss, what are your instructions?”

“Nothing complicated. Just giving our new partner a glimpse of what’s backing us,” Maren said casually, pointing to the trucks.

“Understood.” Westley caught on immediately. Without hesitation, he bark more orders, and the truck doors swung open one by one.

Standing beside Maren, Lucien peered inside and his jaw nearly dropped. Lined up neatly inside the trucks were advanced military weapons: sleek assault rifles, heavy machine guns, high–grade explosives, even compact mortars. The handguns alone looked like top–tier models straight off an international production line.

“What the hell… This stuff is better than what the military is using!”

Unable to resist, Lucien clambered into one of the trucks, running his hands over the weapons. Every touch sent another jolt of shock through him, making his heart pound harder.

For a moment, Lucien felt as if he had slipped into a dream. It was hard to believe the weapons in front of him were real.

“With firepower like this–and with the element of surprise on our side–victory’s almost guaranteed,” Maren said, her voice steady and calm.

All of it had been set in motion the night before, when Maren quietly ordered Simon to move a stockpile of seized weapons. Originally, they had been intended for the Sovereign Underworld’s secret deal with the Angels of Death.

Jumping down from the truck bed, Lucien stared at Maren as if seeing her for the first time. “Maren, sometimes I honestly can’t wrap my head around you. Where do you even get access to stuff like this?”

He knew at a glance these weren’t ordinary weapons. They were international–grade, far beyond the reach of local forces like the Marshall family and the military.