The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342 Shame And

Humiliation

A voice rang out, belonging to a young man from the Marshall family.

Yvette stormed up to him and delivered a sharp slap across his cheek. “You’ve got a death wish, huh? Go on, say it again–I dare you!”

“What do I have to be scared of? I-” The man, barely out of adolescence, still drunk on pride, opened his mouth to retort.

“Say it one more time, and I’ll make sure my boss wipes your whole family off the map!” Yvette lashed out with another brutal slap, her voice cutting like a blade.

Whatever defiance had stirred in his throat vanished in an instant.

Letting his impulses wreck the Marshall family wasn’t an option.

So he bit down on his tongue and said nothing.

“What happened to all that bold talk?” Yvette sneered, then slammed her heel into his side, sending him Sprawling onto the floor. She didn’t stop there–each stomp came harder than the last, aimed to bruise both body and pride.

Not once did he scream. Gritting his teeth, he swallowed the pain in silence.

“You’ve got nerve, I’ll give you that. But nothing excites me more than crushing smug pride. Now get on your knees, lick my shoe, and maybe I’ll ignore the trash you spat.” Yvette smiled coldly, angling her heel toward his face.

He would never consent, yet he refrained from angering Yvette to avoid endangering the Marshall family.

“Refuse to kneel? Very well! I will order my forces to strike Voutsas immediately, and you will all die!” Yvette said menacingly.

The young man felt a chill as Yvette’s words echoed, causing members of the Marshall family to tremble, some overwhelmed with emotion and shedding tears.

Each person desperately held on to their desire to live; death was not an option they embraced.

“We’re ready to give up everything. The Marshall family won’t resist any further. You can have it all–just stop this,” Calvert finally said.

He had warned the others to stay calm, knowing that one misstep would hand Yvette the perfect excuse to unleash chaos on them.

“You mustn’t do this, Mr. Marshall!”

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“Exactly! We’re talking about generations of history here. We can’t just toss it aside like it means nothing!”

A large portion of the family immediately rejected the idea. Those who stayed quiet were too scared to speak up, even if resentment simmered beneath their silence.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d give in so quickly, Mr. Marshall,” said Yvette, her tone dripping with mock astonishment.

She orchestrated the moment with precision, hoping to crush whatever stubbornness the Marshall family had left and force them into submission.

Calvert didn’t need it spelled out–he saw right through her game.

Still, Yvette wasn’t known for patience.

“You should surrender, sure, but don’t think that guarantees your lives. If you want to walk out of this alive,

then get on your knees and apologize,” Yvette spat.

Giving up their wealth and power meant nothing to her. This was only the beginning.

“Very well. As the one with final say in the Marshall family, I’ll apologize on his behalf. Please, don’t hold this against him.” Calvert bowed his head for the first time in his life.

There was no victory to be found in fighting the Williams family. He’d rather humble himself than watch his family be wiped out.

“Mr. Marshall…”

None of Marshalls had ever seen him like this before.

To Voutsas, Calvert had always been a symbol of strength and pride. Now here he was, lowering himself before a woman the city used to scoff at.

“This is just too good!” Yvette burst out laughing, soaking in the power like it was her birthright.

Though the Marshall family held far more power than the Wrights ever did, Calvert now stood with no choice but to submit. That fact alone gave her a thrill no words could capture.

With mockery thick in her voice, she said, “Well, Mr. Marshall, what are you waiting for? Get down and lick my

shoe!”

Gasps rippled through the room. No one had seen that coming.