The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338 Battle With The Williams Family (Pa…

“There’s no need. Yvette leaving doesn’t throw off our plan. Lucien isn’t here yet, and there’s no point risking everything just to stop her,” said Maren.

She couldn’t care less where Yvette was headed or what position she planned to claim in the Marshall family. In her mind, Yvette wasn’t even a threat.

She was preparing to strike the Williams family with overwhelming force.

Just behind Maren, the Onyx members stood ready. Mortar teams had already taken their positions, weapons locked in and waiting.

Once she gave the signal, the sky over the base would explode with a cascade of shells. The confusion would give her shooters the perfect opening to attack, hitting the Williams family where it hurt most.

Still, they had to play it smart. The area was crawling with patrols, which meant bringing in a massive force would only blow their cover. That was why she and Lucien would take charge of separate squads.

“The Marshalls aren’t pulling out, are they? It’s been ages, and they still haven’t shown up,” Westley said, a trace of nervousness creeping into his voice.

Since acquiring the artillery, they had only used it in drills. This was their first real operation. And he was itching for action.

“They’ll come.” Maren didn’t believe for a second that Lucien would back out. He’d warned her that timing might be tight. After all, sneaking people out from under Calvert’s nose wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.

“We’ll give them a little more time,” she added. “There’s no rush just yet.”

The Marshall family was having a meeting.

“So, what’s the plan here? What do we do next?”

Calvert sat at the table, laying it all out–every detail of the threat the Williams family had made, and the pressure they were putting on them to surrender.

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The Marshalls were seething, their fury thick in the air as the room echoed with angry outbursts. But shouting alone wouldn’t fix anything, so Calvert had to cut in. He needed the entire family to come together on the path the family would take.

“You’re not actually asking if we should give up, are you?” someone asked, their voice sharp with disbelief.

“No,” said Calvert, shaking his head. He wasn’t that naive. He knew better than to think surrender would bring

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mercy. The Williams family wouldn’t let them walk away unharmed. “What I want to know is whether you’re ready to leave Voutsas.”

The moment those words left his mouth, the room went completely still. No one had seen it coming–Calvert suggesting something like that caught everyone off guard.

“If you leave Voutsas, you’ll have the chance to begin again somewhere else, living comfortably with wealth. But if you remain, you might fall with the Marshall family.” After a long stretch af heavy thought, Calvert finally put that brutal truth into words.

He thought about pushing back. But the price they’d have to pay for that was far too steep. As the man leading the Marshall family, he couldn’t afford to put everyone at risk.

No one else dared to speak.

They had all assumed things would settle down once Calvert pulled through and left the hospital. Instead, they were staring at a future that looked even darker than before.

“Is fighting really not an option, Calvert?” someone finally asked. The Marshall family had always stood tall, too powerful to be cornered.

Calvert let out a long breath. “You don’t understand the force we’re up against. The Williams family isn’t just strong–they’re relentless. If we stay and fight, we’ll be crushed. No one in Voutsas is going to come to our defense. Not one family will risk their own survival for us. If we want to live, we need to leave Voutsas before

their army marches in. We start over somewhere else.”

“But this land is ours. The Marshall name was built here. We’ve buried generations in this soil,” one member

said, anger creeping into his voice. The thought of abandoning their roots was too much to bear.

“But no other path exists. You need to make your choice soon. The clock is ticking. I won’t hold it against

anyone who decides to walk away,” Calvert said.

He believed that if a few chose to leave, the Marshall family would at least preserve a trace of its lineage. In

that way, the family wouldn’t be wiped out entirely.

“Calvert, are you not coming with us?” someone asked, picking up on the strange tone in Calvert’s words. He had said he wouldn’t fault anyone for leaving, which hinted that he had no plans of going himself.

“That’s right. I won’t be going. As the leader of the Marshall family, it’s my duty to remain with it until the very end. And anyway, I’m old, already nearing the end of the road. Falling in battle for the Marshall family would be a way to honor those who came before us. By staying behind, I can also give the rest of you a little more time,” Calvert answered with quiet composure.

The room fell into a hush, but grief spread like smoke. A few couldn’t hold back and broke down in tears.

“I never thought we’d see the Marshall family like this,” someone whispered, grief twisting their words.

To the Marshall family, Calvert wasn’t just a leader. He was the pillar that held everything upright.

They didn’t know every detail about the Williams family’s power, but they didn’t have to. The look on Calvert’s face said enough. Whatever they were up against, it was beyond them. Even he couldn’t see a path to victory.

Despite the warning, no one wanted to run. Pride and fear kept them rooted.

“You have to understand–staying means dying,” said Calvert. His voice carried the weight of bitter truth. “It’s

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