The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Drugged Wine

Maren perched on the edge of the sofa, her patience slipping away with each passing second.

The plan to recover the shares had stretched on far longer than she’d anticipated. Her eyes remained fixed on the elevator, scrutinizing each person who passed through.

Time crawled by. Not a single familiar face appeared in the crowd.

“Excuse me, miss. Looking for someone?” A young man with a pale complexion stepped towards her.

“Is that any of your business?” Maren responded without so much as a glance in his direction.

The man seemed to carry an air of sophistication–his suit sharp, his posture polished. But his face betrayed something deeper. Dark rings circled his eyes, and his skin had an unhealthy pallor. The puffiness beneath his

eyes spoke of exhaustion and perhaps more.

Though he smiled, he looked utterly drained.

Others might have guessed he was simply sleep–deprived, but Maren had a trained eye. With years of medical and combat instruction under the Sovereign Underworld, she saw the signs clearly–this man wasn’t just tired.

The man showed clear evidence of years spent overindulging and pushing his body past its limits.

Maren’s instincts sharpened as she noticed his eyes constantly drifting over her figure. He wasn’t attempting to

hide his interest.

“Miss, you’ve got to be joking. A lady like you deserves a bit of help, don’t you think? My name’s Dick Natt. Anything I can do for you?”

Though Maren’s icy silence suggested otherwise, Dick refused to take the hint. He pressed on, eager to play the role of the chivalrous gentleman.

Maren just stared at him, unblinking, allowing him to continue his charade.

She had been watching the elevator closely. It didn’t escape her notice that he’d made a beeline for her as soon as he stepped off.

It was clear–he was here for her.

“Miss?” Dick persisted, casually lowering himself onto the sofa beside her as if he had every right to be there. Maren picked up a fashion magazine from the table, flipping through it with apparent indifference. But her peripheral vision stayed locked on him.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught his eyes flicking towards the surveillance camera.

A slight smirk tugged at the corners of Maren’s mouth. Years of operating at the highest level had honed her instincts to a razor’s edge. She didn’t need to look around to know when eyes were on her.

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She no longer cared about spotting a familiar face. The opportunity to move upstairs had just presented itself.

“Can you get me upstairs?” Maren suddenly asked him.

Dick had been fumbling for a good opener, still unsure how to approach her. Ashton had given him one task- deal with Maren.

His smile widened the moment she spoke. He looked clearly relieved. “solutely. I happen to have a little influence here. That won’t be an issue.”

With a polite gesture, he motioned for her to go first.

Maren rose from the sofa and walked to the elevator. Behind her, Dick followed, his eyes shamelessly locked on

her curvy body, a crude grin creeping across his face.

He flicked a quick, discreet hand signal towards the camera.

But Maren saw everything. His reflection was perfectly visible in the polished elevator doors right in front of

her.

Once inside, Dick leaned in and routinely tapped the button for the thirty–fifth floor.

“Mr. Natt, have we met before?”

Maren’s abrupt question jolted Dick from his wandering thoughts.

“Uh… no. This is actually the first time we’ve met.”

Earlier that day, Bobby had come to Dick with a job in hand, flashing a photo of Maren as he laid out the details.

The instant Dick saw her, he was captivated. Despite being constantly surrounded by women, none had ever struck him quite like her.

She was the chairman’s daughter–a fact that made her all the more desirable. Just the thought of claiming her felt like hitting the jackpot. If everything played out right, not only would he get close to Maren, but Ashton had also dangled company shares in front of him. It was a dream deal, practically gift–wrapped.

All he had to do was capture every compromising moment on camera and keep it ready as leverage.

“Is that so? Then how did you know I was headed to the thirty–fifth floor?” Maren asked, pretending to be genuinely curious.

Dick’s face stiffened, the fantasy he’d been enjoying shattering in an instant.

“Oh, right. The receptionist told me someone would be coming to meet me. That must have been you, right?” Maren tilted her head slightly, as if something had just clicked.

Dick nodded quickly, latching onto her suggestion. “Yes, exactly. The receptionist called me about it…”

“Appreciate the help,” Maren said smoothly, offering a polite smile. She’d gotten what she needed.

She had never seen Dick before, and clearly, he didn’t know her either. She didn’t need to think twice to know who was behind this setup.

Not long after, the elevator doors slid open.

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