The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 425

Kaizen held the letter in his hand, staring blankly out the window for a long moment before murmuring. “That boy’s grown up.”

Meanwhile, aboard the private jet bound for Ravoth, Shawn was meticulously checking the

gear.

Sloane and Lucas exchanged a glance. “Why are you going?” Sloane asked. “Wasn’t your father supposed to lead the mission?”

Still focused on his equipment, Shawn replied casually, “Oh, he overslept. Couldn’t make it. Doesn’t really matter who goes.”

Sloane arched a brow. The head of the Oliver family overslept?

No one in their right mind would believe that excuse.

But they were already in the air; there was no point pressing further.

Lucas adjusted the satellite communicator and shot Shawn a look. “Nathan’s arranged for local support, but once we enter the Black Desert, we’ll be on our own. Everyone needs to stay sharp.”

Shawn nodded, his gaze firm. “As long as we can save my aunt, I’ll go no matter how dangerous it gets.”

Sloane handed him a small porcelain vial. “These are special antidote pills; keep one under your tongue if you’re exposed to neurotoxins–it’ll counter most of them.”

Shawn accepted the vial carefully, tucking it away like a treasure, He grinned. “Dr. Rivers, you’ll have to look after me out there.”

He’d nearly died once before; if it hadn’t been for Sloane, he wouldn’t even be alive. He trusted her medical skills completely.

Sloane smiled lightly. “Sure; I’ll do what I can.”

Lucas glanced up at them, said nothing, and went back to his work.

When the plane touched down at Teshar International Airport, a wave of scorching desert heat hit them head–on. A squad of heavily armed soldiers stood waiting on the tarmac. Their commanding officer looked at his watch, clearly impatient.

“Captain Marcus?” Shawn descended the steps and offered his hand. “I’m Shawn. Thank for your assistance.”

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Marcus barely brushed his hand before letting go. “Captain Nathan’s orders,” he said flatly. His gaze swept over Shawn’s immaculate desert gear and polished boots; a smirk tugged at his lips. “Mr. Shawn, this isn’t a desert vacation. You sure you’re up for this?”

Lucas frowned and took a step forward, but Sloane caught his arm, signaling him to let it go.

“Captain.” Shawn replied evenly, “we have our own rescue plan-”

“Plan?” Marcus cut him off with a loud laugh, turning to his men. “Hear that? The rich kid wants to teach us how to survive in the desert!” He faced Shawn again, his tone turning hard. “Out here, there’s only one thing you need to do–follow my

orders.”

On the drive to the military base, Sloane began distributing medicine packets to the soldiers.

“This is anti–sandthorn powder,” she explained. “If you get caught in quicksand, it can—‘

“Hey, sweetheart,” one of the bearded soldiers interrupted, snatching a packet from her hand and tossing it out the window. “We’ve been through worse environments than this. Don’t need your kiddie medicine.”

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