The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Important Weapons

The Morgan family and Wilbur weren’t truly worried. They were just bitter and unwilling to let it go.

“Immediately, reach out to every leading news outlet. I want Maren shamed before the whole country. We’ll see if she still claims to be the Morgan heiress or tries to exploit us again!”

Ashton had previously overlooked the gravity of the situation, not realizing how quickly it had escalated.

“Dad, there’s no need to fret. The duel is set for tomorrow, and the media buzz has journalists from across Baimsa flocking to nearby hotels. Tomorrow will certainly be a spectacle,” Bobby said with a hearty laugh.

“If only Maren had been less reckless, we wouldn’t be facing this debacle,” Nadia replied, feigning sorrow.

Wilbur and the rest quickly consoled her, echoing that Maren had only herself to blame.

Nadia understood that Maren’s downfall was imminent; she had orchestrated the entire media circus.

She had even paid off the reporters.

“Let’s see how Maren deals with this pressure,” she muttered.

The next day arrived quickly.

The much–anticipated duel day was here. By 9:30 AM, the grounds of the academy were swarming with visitors, primarily outsiders.

Ever since the founding of the academy, no challenger had ever overthrown its dean.

Over time, the idea of challenging him had become unthinkable,

Maren was the first.

The news that she was challenging the academy’s dean had attracted a huge crowd.

Eager to snag an exclusive, many journalists flooded the school grounds looking for Maren.

Maren had made a point of arriving/unusually early that day. Her duel with the president was slated for 10 AM.

Although present on campus, she shunned the press, opting to stay by the quieter back gate where she could easily escape unnoticed if necessary.

“Only thirty minutes left.”

Maren was preparing herself to head over to the gymnasium for her showdown.

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Chapter 63 Important Weapons

Her phone unexpectedly buzzed.

Recognizing “Stormclaw” on the display, she quickly took the call.

“Have you uncovered anything?” she asked.

Maren had sent Stormclaw on a mission to dig up information about the other four major gangs, hoping he now had some news to share.

“Do you have time to talk?” whispered Stormclaw, his voice so low it was clear he preferred not to draw any

attention.

“Right this moment?” Maren checked her watch once again. She was pressed for time. “What’s going on?”

“We have a weapons shipment incoming. It’s important, really could shift things in our favor. But every major route into the city is under heavy surveillance, especially by the Angels of Death. Their patrols are relentless, and I’m trapped. I need your eyes on this,” said Stormclaw.

Weapons?

Such crucial ones?

Maren took a brief pause. “Send over the coordinates.”

She hung up, and within moments, Stormclaw texted her the location.

She took one last look at the time: 9:40 AM.

“Out in the western suburbs? That’s a trek.”

Maren pressed her fingers against her forehead. Of all the times for this to happen.

“I tasked him with gathering intelligence, and he’s pulling in a major weapons haul,” Maren murmured, unsure whether to be annoyed or impressed.

With no time to spare, Maren slipped out through the back gate.