The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343 Someone Far Stronger Than The…

Amid the thick tension, the young man who had insulted Yvette and been taught a lesson spoke up.

His words landed like a punch to the gut for the Marshall family.

He wasn’t just another member of the family. He represented their pride, their next generation. Watching him like this–crushed and broken–felt like watching that pride get trampled.

Nobody had forced his hand. He knew the blame rested solely on him. The last thing he wanted was for Calvert to endure further humiliation because of his own stupidity.

If someone had to be humiliated, better it be him.

“That’s more like it—an obedient slave. Quit stalling and get to work,” Yvette sneered, pressing the tip of her high heel toward the young man.

With the Marshall family having surrendered, Yvette had every intention of dragging things out. Until Shawn

arrived to take control, she’d wring every ounce of satisfaction from her victory. What was the point of power

if she couldn’t crush people beneath it?

Jaw clenched and tears burning his cheeks, the young man inched forward. His lips drew closer to the pointed toe of her shoe, each movement cutting deeper into what little pride he had left.

All around him, the other Marshall family looked away. Some lowered their heads. Others turned their backs.

A few couldn’t take it. Their hands balled into fists, rage surging beneath their skin as they held themselves back from lunging at Yvette.

“If you’re too scared to throw a punch, then quit acting like you’re some kind of tough guy. Either take a swing at me, or stay put and be the obedient little thing you truly are,” Yvette said with a sneer. “Go on then, hit me if you’ve got the nerve.”

The Marshall family could only stay silent.

The tension was choking. Completely intolerable.

Right then, every Marshall in the room silently wished Yvette would keel over and die that very instant.

“You’re actually asking to be hit? That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. If I don’t give you what you’re begging for, it might make my family look impolite.”

As that recognizable voice rang out, a shoe came hurtling through the doorway and landed squarely on Yvette’s

face.

Silence swept through the room like a sudden gust.

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Every member of the Marshall family turned, eyes wide, their shock barely concealing the fiber of vatisfaction beneath.

This person had done what they all wanted to do but didn’t dare

The young man paused mid–motion, frozen just inches from Yvette’s shoe.

“Ah!” Yvette shrieked in rage. “Who did that? Who had the nerve to throw shoe at me? Are you all looking to

die?”

At this point, she was in utter disbelief that anyone would dare defy her. Not even Calvert had ever dared to do

such a thing.

The last person who challenged her had been reduced to licking her shoe. And now, someone had not only insulted her but sent a grimy shoe sailing straight at her face. She was seething

“Looking for me, bitch?” All heads turned as Lucien stepped through the doorway, tall and completely

unbothered.

“Lucien?”

The crowd reacted with surprise at the sight of Lucien stepping back into view.