The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397 Don’t Touch My Face

Chapter 397 Don’t Touch My Face

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The woman’s half-burned face was a mangled blur of flesh. Dragging one severed leg, she still crawled toward Sloane with madness in her eyes. “Your face… give me your face…”

Sloane scrambled backward with all her strength, only to slam into the icy wall behind her. The woman’s fingers clutched her ankle, razor-sharp nails digging deep into her skin.

“This time… you won’t escape…” The woman’s charred lips curled into a grotesque smile as she raised a bloodstained scalpel.

At the very moment she swung down-

A dark figure shot forward like lightning; the woman was kicked hard, her body flung into the wall with a sickening crack of breaking bones.

“Sloane!” Lucas scooped her into his arms. His clothes were soaked in blood, his face scraped and battered, yet the instant he saw her his eyes burned red. “I’m sorry-I’m late…’

Sloane clutched desperately at his collar, struggling to lift her hand toward the dying woman. “Don’t let her die… she knows where my parents are…”

Lucas understood instantly. Still holding Sloane, he strode to the woman. She lay collapsed in a pool of blood, yet a crazed laugh rattled from her throat. “Come on… kill me…”

“Where’s my mother?” Sloane roared, seizing her by the collar.

The woman’s eyes suddenly bulged; a guttural cackle bubbled out. “You’ll never… never see her again…” She spat a mouthful of black blood. “I killed her! I killed her!”

Before her words had even faded, the entire building shook violently. The ceiling began to cave in as Lucas scooped Sloane up and bolted for the exit.

A thunderous crash split the air; the hallway behind them collapsed in on itself.

Lucas shielded Sloane as he burst outside. At that very moment, the laboratory came crashing down in a roar of fire, the flames soaring high enough to light up the entire sea.

Sloane lay limp in Lucas’ arms, her gaze locked on the inferno with a complex, unreadable expression.

Lucas held her tight, his arms trembling with the aftershock of fear. Lowering his head, searing tears fell onto her bloodstained face.

“You idiot…” His voice was raw and broken, his long fingers brushing tenderly over every wound on her face. “Who gave you permission to gamble with your life again?”

Sloane tilted her head back. Through the haze of her tears, she saw his smoke-darkened face. Her trembling hand reached up to touch the fresh cut bleeding across his brow; the warmth beneath her fingertips finally convinced her this wasn’t a dream.

“Lucas….” A fragile smile touched her lips as she pressed her ear to his chest, where his heartbeat thundered against her cheek. “It’s really you…”

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Chapter 397 Don’t Touch My Face

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