The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96 No Appointment, No Entry

Upon hearing what Sawyer said, Maren smiled faintly.

“I won’t forget this. I’ll repay the favor if there’s ever something you need.”

While she was puzzled by Sawyer’s motives, she acknowledged his assistance.

“Just treat me to a meal sometime,” Sawyer responded with ease.

“Do you think about anything other than meals?” Maren retorted, recalling she still owed him a meal.

“What? Don’t you eat meals every single day?” Sawyer raised a brow, acting surprised.

Maren was at a loss for words.

After concluding their business, they chatted briefly before parting ways.

Originally, Maren was supposed to head to the company and then meet Sawyer for lunch. However, he suddenly had to handle an urgent matter and postponed their plans.

Thus, Maren proceeded to the company by herself.

Meanwhile, Sawyer waited for his driver.

Shortly, Zane arrived and opened the vehicle door for him.

As Sawyer settled into the car, he asked, “Any news?”

“Yeah. The Angels of Death gathered their best men from all over the city today. The one leading them was Tucker’s second son, Brooks.”

Zane was puzzled. When had Sawyer ever shown interest in low–level guys like them?

A chill passed through Sawyer’s eyes upon hearing the name.

“Brooks…”

Brooks had some serious nerve to go after Maren. Sawyer wondered if he would regret making such a decision.

Upon reaching the entrance of Morgan Group, Maren looked up at the skyscraper. Its impressive height was a testament to her family’s stature and influence.

“Now’s the time to reclaim my shares.”

After much delay, Maren was ready. She entered the lobby without hesitation.

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Scanning the busy scene, she located the elevator and remembered her destination was on the thirty–fifth floor.

“Hold on a moment, please.”

A security guard approached as Maren neared the elevator.

“Visitors can’t enter without clearance. Please verify your appointment at the front desk.”

“I know your boss,” Maren said in a calm, matter–of–fact tone.

“Apologies, miss, but that’s a common claim. Without an appointment, I can’t let you in.”

Such excuses were all too familiar to him; he’d heard them countless times.

Maren said patiently, “I am Maren Morgan, your boss’s daughter.”

“Now hold on, miss, that doesn’t add up. A lot of people go by the surname Morgan. That doesn’t mean they’re all related to the boss. And listen, I’ve been working here for years. I’ve seen the boss’s children come and go, but I’ve never laid eyes on you.” The guard’s tone made it clear he wasn’t believing a single word Maren said.

Maren’s brow furrowed. It hadn’t occurred to her that her lack of previous involvement with the company would lead to such complications.

This was, indeed, her first visit, and it was no surprise she wasn’t recognized.

“Is there any way I can arrange to see your boss?” she asked, maintaining her composure.

The guard paused to think. “That’s a tricky one. They don’t share Mr. Morgan’s schedule with us.”

He was stubborn about not jeopardizing his position by allowing unchecked access.

“However, our executives are frequently in this lobby. If you are who you say, someone will surely recognize you.”

At first, the guard hadn’t taken a close look at Maren. Now, seeing her more clearly, he noted her elegance and showed some respect.

“Understood.”

Maren had no intention of causing a scene. Many executives knew her from visits to her home for meetings with her Ashton.

Thus, she chose to wait on a couch in the lobby.

Unbeknownst to Maren, her every action was being monitored from the chairman’s office on the thirty–fifth