The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 83

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“The economic influence of the Morgan family is deeply tied to Baimsa’s economy. Removing them would undoubtedly trigger a strong response from local authorities.”

Brooks harbored doubts.

Although he usually felt indifferent toward upper–class families, he couldn’t ignore the Morgan family’s significant wealth.

The Morgan family’s wealth greatly exceeded that of the Thorpe family, positioning them as a key pillar of Baimsa’s financial stability.

If the Morgan family were to collapse, it would almost certainly disrupt Baimsa’s economy and anger powerful factions.

Luckily for Brooks, he wasn’t in Ricky’s shoes. At least Tucker held his insights in high regard.

“Then wait until she steps out alone. When she does, make sure she is taken out at all costs,” Tucker said with unwavering determination.

Because of Maren, he had been held responsible by the Sovereign Underworld, lost a son, and was now stuck in a hospital bed.

And then there was Scorpion’s death. He still hadn’t figured out how to explain to the Sovereign Underworld.

Now, the only way to make things right was to deliver Maren’s head. Only her death could save him.

“Understood,” Brooks affirmed.

He immediately coordinated a surveillance operation around the Morgan family’s Villa.

He also deployed more than a hundred elite operatives from the Angels of Death, ready to act at a moment’s

notice.

Now that they had offended Maren, they had to wipe her out completely.

Night settled over the city.

At the Royal Military Academy, the dean himself held a grand ceremony for Maren’s graduation.

Maren was celebrated as the most distinguished graduate in the academy’s storied history.

She was formally recognized as the most exceptional graduate the Royal Military Academy had ever produced.

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The people who had once mocked Maren now found it difficult to meet her eyes. Even Daniel now regarded her with great respect.

After the ceremony, Daniel suggested she take her career to the state level.

Maren, however, declined his offer.

She didn’t stay to celebrate either. After picking up her diploma, she left early.

Social gatherings held little appeal for her.

Especially not when those who had once looked down on her were now desperately trying to win her favor. It was a pitiful sight.

Maren left the academy grounds and made her way home.

However, just before she could reach the villa, she felt the weight of someone’s gaze on her.

Her watchers were clumsy. At the sight of her glance, they awkwardly pretended to be busy.

A soft chuckle escaped Maren.

She decided against confronting them and walked home as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

Their clumsy attempt to follow her revealed that these were not operatives from the Sovereign Underworld. Despite her hatred for the betrayers within that gang, they were far more skilled.

As Maren thought about her enemies, her mind turned to the Angels of Death. Apart from them, there were few others left.

Her earlier warnings had obviously been ignored.

It was no problem. If one attacker came, she’d kill them. If two, she’d kill them both.

As soon Maren entered the villa, the watchers outside hurriedly made a phone call.

What they didn’t know was that Maren was watching everything from the second–floor window.

“Tomorrow could prove bothersome,” she murmured.

The men lingered outside, continuing their surveillance.

Turning away, Maren retreated to her room for the night.

The sound of her phone ringing the next morning woke Maren from her sleep.

She blindly reached for her phone on the nightstand and answered without a glance.

Her phone list was short, exclusive to those she trusted, like Stormclaw or perhaps Simon.

“Speak,” Maren said, her voice heavy with grogginess.

At first, Sawyer hesitated, taken aback by Maren’s sleepy tone, the first time he had encountered it.

A slight frown formed on Maren’s face as she checked the caller ID. The number didn’t ring a bell.

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“Start talking or I’m ending this call,” she warned, suspecting it was a sales call.

“Wait a minute. May, got any plans today?” Sawyer’s voice then broke the silence.

Sawyer, really?

Maren took a brief pause before quickly grasping the situation.

Finding her number was a simple task for him.

“What do you need?” she asked.

Sawyer’s sudden appearances were becoming irritating.