The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71 A Gift From Him

“Boss, get out of here!”

Tucker was still trying to make sense of the situation when his team began yelling frantically behind him.

That hissing sound just before was a fuse being ignited, attached to Scorpion’s finger.

As Tucker made contact with Scorpion, the body tipped over, triggering the explosives by the motion of his finger.

“Fuck!”

With a shout, Tucker threw himself backwards with all his might.

Boom!

The forest echoed with the roar of a massive explosion.

Far off, Simon and his crew, who had just completed their arms delivery, jerked in alarm.

“Simon, was that the boss?” Westley inquired, looking towards him with concern.

Westley was aware that Maren had orchestrated this operation, and they had just witnessed the sophisticated weaponry in the crates.

The equipment was state–of–the–art, desirable by militaries globally.

Westley was clueless about how Maren had acquired such advanced gear, yet the surprise was unmistakable.

Simon merely scowled and remained silent.

Their original plan was to depart immediately after the weapons drop–off. However, spotting the Angels of Death assembling nearby had raised alarms that Maren could be walking into a trap, prompting them to linger a bit longer.

“We should regroup and bring more people. We can’t just abandon the boss here.”

Westley was ready to concur with Simon’s command.

“Have you completed your assignment yet?” Maren appeared suddenly behind them, her sniper rifle casually draped over her shoulder, having approached without notice.

“Boss!” Westley gasped, visibly startled.

Simon turned around to face Maren. They hadn’t detected her approach.

“Everything’s in place. The weapons are safely hidden in the basement beneath our headquarters. It’s secure,” Simon said, quickly recovering his composure.

“Good.” Maren nonchalantly handed the sniper rifle to Westley,

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“Boss, did you cause that explosion we just heard? And where did all this equipment come from? I haven’t even seen some of these items before. They’re absolutely first–rate!”

Westley caressed the smooth metal of the sniper rifle, marveling at the technology in his hands for the first

time.

“Stop with the questions,” Maren interjected, visibly irritated by the incessant talking. She had more to attend

1. to. “Keep quiet, and in return, help yourselves to the weapons. Split them however you see fit.”

Free weapons?

She was incredibly generous.

Westley’s face lit up with delight. He immediately fell silent, ceasing his inquiries.

Simon remained quiet, but internally, his admiration for Maren grew.

She was precisely the leader they needed. His choice to support her had proven correct. She was destined to lead them to greater heights.

With a brief gesture, Maren dismissed them and dashed off towards the military academy.

Time was running short before her scheduled engagement. She pondered the situation at the academy in her absence.

One way or another, she was determined to reclaim the Morgan family’s shares. She needed to be present for the duel.

On the solitary road from the west district to the Royal Military Academy, Sawyer, still clad in his black trench coat, had just gotten back to his car.

“Sir, where have you been?” inquired Zane from the driver’s seat.

Just moments before, upon learning Maren’s whereabouts, Sawyer had abruptly departed alone, leaving behind no explanations.

Earlier, he had also instructed Zane to purchase a specific bracelet.

“Did you manage to find what I sent you for?” Sawyer questioned sharply as he climbed back into the car.

“Certainly,” Zane answered, handing over a beautifully wrapped box.

Sawyer lifted the lid of the box, revealing a bracelet that was an exact match for Maren’s.

Zane was baffled, unsure why Sawyer would buy something so distinctly suited for a woman.

As Zane continued to mull this over, Maren appeared, striding towards the military academy.

The car door still open, Maren instantly caught sight of Sawyer. She had not expected to see him in this place.

Despite this unexpected meeting, Maren was in a hurry and only afforded Sawyer a fleeting glance before continuing on.

Noticing Maren ignoring him completely, Sawyer’s frown deepened.

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“Not even a greeting as you leave?” Sawyer teased, positioning himself in her path with little effort.

“I’m occupied,” replied Maren, cutting straight to the point.

Sawyer smiled. “I understand you’re in a hurry. I didn’t come here to hold you up, I just wanted to present you with a gift, a symbol of our collaboration.”

“A gift?” Maren squinted, puzzled by Sawyer’s sudden generosity. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

They had hardly been allies. His abrupt appearance with a gift now only deepened her mistrust.

However, Sawyer’s next move completely unsettled Maren.

“If you refuse the gift, I can’t just let you walk away. How long will it delay your trip to the academy if I keep standing in your way?”

Just as Maren tried to step away, Sawyer was quickly at her side again.

This time, Maren turned sharply and retorted, “Sawyer, was I ever so blind to your lack of shame?”

Something felt wrong. The man she knew was clever, calm, and decisive. Yet, since their encounter a few days prior, he had acted completely differently: He was aware of her urgency, so why continue to obstruct her?

“Think it over. Will you take the gift or not?” Sawyer asked, ignoring Maren’s evident irritation.

“Fine, hand it over then!” Glancing at her watch, Maren knew she couldn’t waste more time arguing. Reluctantly, she extended her hand.

“Alright,” Sawyer responded with a genuine smile. He handed her the gift box.

Nearby, Zane watched, utterly baffled. When had Sawyer ever gone to such lengths just to deliver a gift?

And to someone who didn’t even seem to want it.

What kind of person could possibly merit such an extraordinary effort from someone like Sawyer?

Those who knew him would be beside themselves if they witnessed this.

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