The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 50 Delivered to His Bed

Chapter 50 Delivered to His Bed

“Very good.” Mandy smiled and nodded. The server uncorked the bottle right there, poured wine into three glasses—for Mandy, Helen, and Sloane—and then quietly exited the room.

“Come on, let’s toast to the Madam,” Helen said, lifting her glass. “To thank her for being willing to lend a hand.” She motioned for Sloane to follow her lead.

Sloane saw the bottle had been opened on the spot, so she picked up her glass and clinked it with theirs.

Their glasses met with a soft chime. Sloane took another small sip. The wine spread across her tongue with its usual tartness–then came a sharp, bitter aftertaste that didn’t belong.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a faint glint flickering in their depths.

Without a word, Sloane set her glass down.

Helen and Mandy kept chatting, but Sloane found her vision growing hazy. The next moment, her body slumped forward onto the table.

Helen and Mandy exchanged a satisfied glance.

“She must’ve had too much,” Mandy said calmly. “Help her to one of the rooms so

she can rest.”

and supported Sloane as she led her

room.

completely unfazed, walked out of

suddenly snapped open. She flipped up from the bed in one swift

dim light revealed the room’s lavish furnishings–clearly the

of a hotel.

her tongue. Since all three of them had drunk from the

could only

let out a cold laugh. They really went all out to

endgame? Why go this far together? What

gave a

silence–steady, deliberate taps of dress

could

just beyond the threshold. Then, with

her body a blur as she lunged at the shadow

He sidestepped her effortlessly, spun,

bow, narrowly

the dark, their bodies moved like streaks of shadow, fists slicing through the air. Sloane was stunned. The man’s movements were fast, aggressive, and sharp. Every strike was precise and ruthless. He’s highly

hadn’t expected the room’s occupant to have such speed and

a flurry–each seeking