The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396 Not My Face, Lady

Chapter 396 Not My Face, Lady

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The woman suddenly let out a manic laugh. “But soon I’ll have the same face as hers; then Tony will definitely fall in love with me…”

With that, she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bathtub across from Sloane, where the same. icy green liquid was bubbling.

To Sloane’s horror, the woman took a scalpel and began peeling the skin off her own face.

Sloane thrashed violently in the green solution, the handcuffs clanging against the edge of the tub with a shrill metallic screech. She stared, wide-eyed, as the woman rose from the neighboring tub, her wet skin an eerie bluish white-like something newly peeled from its shell.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m fast with my hands; you won’t feel a thing.” The woman lifted the scalpel, its blade glinting coldly beneath the surgical light.

Just as the blade was about to touch Sloane, a dark figure lunged from behind.

The woman staggered several steps, the scalpel clattering into the bathtub.

The shadowy figure moved swiftly, hurling the woman aside.

On all fours, it crawled toward the tub; its rotting fingers gripped the rim, and a face, raw and stripped of flesh, came into view.

Her vocal cords seemed scorched, her laughter rasping like a rusted saw. “This face… it’s mine… it’s mine…”

Sloane froze, horror crashing over her as she realized the voice belonged to Samantha.

The woman wiped the blood from her face and scrambled up. “You wench! You’re still alive!”

“And you still dare to fight me for what’s mine? Die!” She snatched another scalpel and lunged at Samantha.

The two crazed women collided in a vicious struggle.

Samantha’s nails dug into the woman’s freshly grown skin, ripping off bloody chunks. “You lied to me! You said I could replace Sloane, but you turned me into this half-human, half-monster freak. Go to hell!”

Gritting her teeth, Sloane stretched her toes, trying to reach the scalpel lying at the bottom of the tub. The cold handle brushed her toes again and again; the stinging solution burned her eyes red.

“Aah!” The woman screamed as Samantha sank her teeth deep into her neck.

Seizing the opening, Sloane hooked her foot hard-and at last, the scalpel broke the surface!

She twisted her grip, clutching the handle tight. The sharp blade spun quickly inside the lock of her

shackle.

Her left wrist came free.

The two deranged women rolled to the corner of the room. Samantha’s mangled fingers clawed into the

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