The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312 The Murder

Race

Inside the vehicle, Higgs lifted Nadia’s face with a slow nudge of his fingers.

He felt no hesitation in revealing everything to her they shared goals, and a mutual adversary had linked their

paths.

More than that, he saw a perfect opening to tighten the bond between them.

Maren might have been out of reach, but Nadia, her half–sibling, made for an enticing substitute,

He closed the distance and pressed a light kiss to her lips.

Predictably, she didn’t resist. Despite her previous insistence on offering herself to him only once, she now

welcomed his touch without protest.

Her earlier encounter a violent one–still echoed in her mind, Bitterness toward Maren had begun to twist her

thoughts.

Tucked inside a premium sedan stationed within the secured compound, the two stripped off their clothing

without delay.

Moments later, the cabin began to rock in a subtle rhythm.

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Roughly two hours on, Maren rolled into a new district she’d never seen before.

Though modest in size, the place stood on the outskirts of Voutsas, and the eco omy here wasn’t lagging

behind.

As she navigated the road, industrial plants lined her path–at least ten, seemingly crafted under a single vision.

What puzzled her was the absence of housing–no homes, no streets with families, nothing but factories.

Maren still couldn’t figure out why Sawyer had summoned her here.

Nothing about these facilities hinted at danger. Standard production lines, no obvious secrets.

It didn’t seem like the kind of place Stormclaw would concern himself with.

“Over here,”

Someone stepped into her path as her thoughts spun.

It was Sawyer.

She exited the car, approaching him. “Is Stormclaw nearby?”

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“Most likely. But without a doubt, he’s breathing.” Sawyer began walking, guiding her away from the buildings.

“And you’re certain of that?” she asked, though the answer formed in her mind before he replied.

Sawyer led her to the edge of a massive trench, its depths choked with bodies. The sheer number was staggering–nearly overflowing.

Each corpse was clad in a factory uniform.

“This has to be over a hundred. All executed the same way? You’re saying Stormclaw did this?”

Maren couldn’t understand it. Why would he slaughter an entire workforce?

“Every one of them was taken out with a single, surgical strike. Only elite assassins could manage this. And the only ones who could do it around here are us. Or Stormclaw.” Sawyer gestured toward a man with long, tangled hair among the dead. “You know him. Not personally, maybe–but you do know him.”

Maren narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“That ambush a few days back. The vehicle tailing you and Lucien—it was his.”

The realization hit her. But then…

“You were tracking me again?”

She hadn’t expected Sawyer to know about the assassination.

“Uh, no. Not then. I found out afterward.” Sawyer rubbed the back of his neck.

If he had been there, those bastards wouldn’t have walked away. Especially not the one who fired armor- piercing rounds at her.

Later on, Sawyer hunted down the culprits and located them earlier today, only to realize Stormclaw had already eliminated them.

Maren felt a wave of comfort knowing Stormclaw was unharmed. The bodies looked fresh—they hadn’t been dead long. That confirmed Stormclaw was in peak condition, capable of dismantling a large group solo.

“But if he’s unharmed, why hasn’t he tried to reach me? Why’s he ignoring my lls?” Unease crept into

Maren’s thoughts.

“Take a look at your phone,” Sawyer replied, reading her concern before she voiced it.

“No bars?” Maren blinked at her screen in disbelief.

The spot wasn’t exactly isolated–coverage should’ve been fine.

“Someone’s blocking the network.”

A puzzle piece dropped into place for Maren. She finally got it.

“Is Stormclaw aware of the threat you’re under?” Sawyer asked suddenly.

Maren hesitated, then gave a slight shake of her head. “I don’t think so.” She hadn’t breathed a word about it

to anyone.

“Then he must’ve uncovered something himself,” Sawyer guessed. “If he’s in the dark about the danger you’re

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facing, he must be here on some other mission. Did you assign him anything else?”

“Besides watching over Isla? Just growing our stake in Voutsas,” Maren replied after a beat.

Then her eyes widened. “So, all the people in these factories are not locals?”

The assailants who attacked her and Lucien had military–grade gear. Lucien insisted no one in Voutsas had access to that kind of arsenal.

“Voutsas gives off a calm vibe, but it’s all for show,” Sawyer murmured under his breath. “Check out those laborers–they look completely unremarkable. You wouldn’t give them a second glance. But to gain access to

tech of that caliber? That takes either government clearance or ties to black market networks. Either way, this isn’t some petty scheme.”

He wasn’t concerned about himself. His priority was making sure Maren understood the danger.

Maren had sway in the region, but it was a fraction of the authority she once commanded back in the Sovereign

Underworld.

“You’ve got a point,” Maren agreed, giving a small nod. “There’s even a chance both parties are involved. A military syndicate working hand–in–hand with some underground power brokers.”

She’d scoped out the workforce earlier. Nothing had stood out. That, in itself, was alarming. It meant these

individuals were skilled at disappearing into the crowd.

Anyone trained to that level would be at least second–tier agents. But with hundreds spread across this

industrial zone, overwhelming them wasn’t something just any group could ull off.

“So? Do we hit first? Stop them before they make a move on you? And maybe dig up Stormclaw’s trail while

we’re at it?” Sawyer suggested, tone sharper now.

They still didn’t know exactly what this group was planning, but one thing was bvious–they were building momentum just outside city limits. That was too close for comfort.

Maren had been tightening her grip on the Marshall family by working with Lucien, slowly turning Voutsas into

her stronghold.

These people had sided with Higgs before, backing his move against both Lucien and Maren.

This wasn’t just business anymore. This was payback.

“Yeah. I’m curious to meet the folks who’ve managed to keep Stormclaw off the grid,” Maren replied, eyes

glinting with anticipation.

“Did you pack heat?” Sawyer asked.

“Nope. Won’t be necessary.” Maren glanced around, taking in the heavy machinery, scrap piles, and crates dotting the area–plenty of cover if things got messy.

“In that case, I’ll level the playing field. Let’s see who racks up the higher count.” Sawyer tossed his weapon to the ground.