The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 109 She’s Lucas’s Fiancée

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Sloane stared at Whitney’s fingers, a flash of cold killing intent flickering in her eyes.

Whitney kept shouting, “You know how to calm a horse with a whistle, yet you went after mine like that. What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Your horse lost control and almost got someone killed, and you’ve got the nerve to blame someone else? If it weren’t for Sloane, who knows how things would’ve ended today.” Samson jumped down the steps and stood beside Sloane.

Sloane glanced over and saw Lucas and Benjamin walking toward them as well.

Whitney’s face turned bright red after Samson’s words. “My horse is a priceless purebred! And she—she’s not even worth as much as my horse!”

Sloane looked at her coldly. “It’s already dead. What do you want me to do–dig it back up?”

Whitney shouted viciously, “You have to apologize to my horse and pay for a new one!”

Jill had finally come to her senses and pulled away from her brother’s arms. Whitney’s words made her so furious her whole face flushed. “Are you out of your mind? Your horse went crazy and started running around—mine almost threw me off because of it! And now you’re flipping the whole thing around? You’re insane!”

a person, they pay with their life. If they kill a horse, they still have to pay! If she doesn’t apologize today, I’m not letting this go!” Whitney shrieked, her voice drawing attention

could respond, Lucas and the others had already arrived. He looked straight at Whitney, his eyes icy cold. “If that’s how you want to play it, Ms. Whitney, then you’ll need to start by compensating me

he walked straight over to

Sloane’s flawless face, she gripped her riding crop so tightly her knuckles turned white. She wanted nothing more than to whip

“Mr. Hawthorne, why are

saw what she was up to. She pointed at Sloane beside her. “This is

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like she’d been struck by lightning. Her hand shook slightly from the

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rage and

sharply. “Mr. Hawthorne! A woman like

your business.” Lucas’s face was stone–cold. “Out of respect for the Houston family, I’ll let you off the hook for the apology. But the damages to my ranch? I expect them at the Hawthorne Group’s offices by noon tomorrow. Miss the deadline, and the

another glance. Instead, he turned to Sloane and gently took her hand. “Your hand’s injured. Let