The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 You’re Here

For Isla

Sounds and voices emerged from behind the door.

“Transporting prisoners is so boring. Fortunately, this group seems decent enough. Maybe we won’t get an

earful from Mr. Lion’s crew this time. It’s not easy working for these people,” a young man said.

“Quit whining. We’re at the bottom here. Just making it through alive is already something. What more do you want?” a rough voice answered, probably that of a man in his mid to late forties.

The young man’s response was tinged with discontent. “What more do I want? A bit of decent food, some drinks, and company would be nice. We’re busting our asses here driving this damn submarine, and those guys

watching the female prisoners have it easy–they get to do whatever they please.”

The young man’s tone carried a frustration he’d been holding in for far too long.

A submarine?

This caught Maren’s attention as she listened from outside. Could they really be inside a submarine?

Was there one secretly tucked beneath this massive ferry?

Everything clicked for Maren at that moment. That explained why she hadn’t found Isla anywhere on the ferry,

even in the hidden areas.

The Sovereign Underworld had more tricks than it seemed.

Hidden under the ferry, there was a secret submarine.

“Is Isia down here?” Maren pondered, a flicker of hope igniting within her.

Isla wasn’t just another prisoner. The top ranks of the Sovereign Underworld knew about her link to Maren, which probably meant she’d be handled differently.

Since Maren had already discovered the place hiding the women on the ferry, the Sovereign Underworld had moved the women to this submarine.

Judging from the conversation, Maren figured these men were likely in the control room, responsible for transporting these women.

This meant Isla was likely being held here as well.

Where could they be holding Isla?

Surveying the corridor’s doors once more, Maren found nothing outwardly unusual about any of them.

She attempted to open a door; as expected, it was locked.

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Not ready to give in, Maren tested another door, but it wouldn’t budge. She went for the next–locked as well.

After trying each door along the hallway and finding them all tightly secured, Maren grew even more sure that Isla was likely behind one of them.

Her last time in captivity had been behind a door just like these, one that held many other women inside.

With no doors opening, Maren decided the smartest move was to face whoever came out of the control room and take their keys.

Her plan paid off fast. Just moments later, the click of a doorknob signaled someone was stepping out.

Stepping aside discreetly, Maren watched as a middle–aged man emerged. She wasted no time, gripping him tightly by the neck and slamming him against the wall.

The sudden assault left the middle–aged man shocked and disoriented. He’d only stepped out for a quick bathroom break, never expecting to walk into something like this. Fear swept across his face in an instant.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“Shut your mouth and lower your voice, unless you’re ready to die,” Maren whispered sharply, tightening her grip on his neck.

The man instantly struggled to breathe, choking as he gasped for air.

It was clear to him–if he fought back, Maren would break his neck in a heartbeat.

“Please, I beg you; don’t kill me,” he pleaded, realizing he wasn’t built to handle real pressure. Knowing Maren would kill him if she had to, he gave in right away.

“Wyatt, is everything alright out there?” inquired the young man from the control room, alarmed by the noises

he heard.

“Just a minor mishap, Qmar. I twisted my ankle,” Wyatt Hill, the middle–aged man, answered quickly before

Maren had the chance to press him. He knew that any hesitation might cost him his life.

“Alright,” Omar Parker responded from within, accepting the explanation easily and resumed his duties piloting

the submarine.

Turning anxiously, Wyatt then murmured to Maren, “Miss, what is it that you need from me?”

“The keys,” Maren answered.

“Keys? Which keys are you referring to?” Wyatt pretended not to know.

Maren, losing patience, intensified her hold, hoisting Wyatt slightly, pinning him more firmly against the wall. His fear of imminent death made him flail and squirm in panic.