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.”

stood and supported Sloane as she led her out of

room.

unfazed, walked

snapped open. She flipped

room’s

of a hotel.

known the wine was tampered with the moment it touched her tongue. Since all three of them

could only have been

a cold laugh. They

go this

The lock gave

echoed in the silence–steady, deliberate taps of

the sound alone, Sloane could tell it

threshold. Then, with a low creak, the

blur as she lunged

sidestepped her effortlessly, spun, and countered with

a bow, narrowly avoiding the strike with

moved like streaks of shadow, fists slicing through the air. Sloane was stunned.

was equally surprised. He hadn’t expected the room’s occupant to have such speed and skill. Her fighting was

blows in a flurry–each seeking