The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 72

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Chapter 72 The Mysterious Mentor

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Shane felt even more heartbroken when he heard that. “She’s always bullying you. I just wanted to teach her a lesson.”

Samantha let out a sigh. “I’m used to it by now. I’m fine. But you got publicly reprimanded just for helping me.”

As she spoke, a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

Seeing that broke Shane’s heart. “Sammy, don’t cry. Seeing you like this is killing me. I’ll take the punishment. I’d do anything for you.”

Samantha sniffled and clutched Shane’s shirt tightly, her voice trembling. “Shane, you’re so good to me.”

After getting rid of Shane, the grievance and softness on Samantha’s face vanished in an instant. What replaced it was a smug and vicious smile. “Hmph. Sloane, I don’t believe you’ll get lucky every time.”

Sloane opened her computer and logged into the dark web forum. In her contacts list, there was only one contact. The profile picture was still grayed out.

They had lost touch five years ago, when she was locked in the psych ward. She didn’t even know if he still hung around here.

Bored, she scrolled through the hacker forum. This was where hackers shared techniques, bought and sold hacking tools, and posted their exploits.

Some sold zero–day vulnerabilities and negotiated with potential buyers.

Others posted attack missions with cash rewards for those who completed them.

Sloane was casually browsing the mission posts, seeing if any caught her interest.

Suddenly, her backend pinged. A message popped up. She clicked it. Her screen instantly went black. Then, a white skull appeared in the center.

Sloane’s eyes lit up the moment she saw it. It was him.

The mentor who had taught her hacking. He used to assign her homework like this too.

Her interest surged. It felt like she had gone back to five years ago in an instant.

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Chapter 72 The Mysterious Mentor

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Tick tock. After thirty minutes, Sloane finally cracked the skull screen and restored her desktop.

A message popped up: Too slow.

Sloane blushed with shame. She’d spent the last five years dealing with a bunch of old men in the psych ward and had clearly gone rusty.

She quickly typed a reply: I know I messed up. It’s been a rough few years. I’ve gotten out of practice. But I’ll get back into shape fast.

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