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Chapter 173 Her People Were Shaken Off

Chapter 173 Her People Were Shaken Off

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Sloane gripped her phone tightly, her eyes locked on the message as a storm of emotions churned inside her. She wasn’t the Rivers family’s daughter, the realization blindsided her, and once it took hold, it wouldn’t let go.

She felt a strange surge of excitement, even a hint of unspeakable relief. No wonder the Rivers family treated me so coldly. No wonder I never felt any warmth from them. It turned out, she had never been their real daughter. All the neglect, the indifference, even sending her to that asylum, it all finally made sense. But if I wasn’t the Rivers family’s daughter, then who are my real parents? Are they still alive? What had happened back then? And what about Samantha?

It seemed the only way to get answers was to meet Helen face to face.

“Sloane agreed to meet,” Helen informed Conrad. “You take care of the rest. Just make sure she doesn’t get away this time.”

A glint of malice flashed in Conrad’s eyes as a cold smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry, Mom. Everything’s set. As long as Sloane dares to show up, there’s no way she’s escaping again.”

Helen nodded, her voice laced with harsh determination. “Once we get her back, we’re not letting her go again.”

Conrad sneered, his tone full of disdain. “That ungrateful brat really thought she’d be safe hiding in Blackhawk? What a joke. This time, I’m going to teach her a lesson she won’t forget.”

seeing Helen off, Conrad immediately dialed a secret number. “Sloane agreed

“Don’t worry. Everything’s in place. As soon as she shows up, we’ll

beef you have with her. But I want her alive when it’s over. Sloane is our last bargaining chip–she’s

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it,” the man replied curtly

of the school

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number: “Ms. Rivers, the meeting location has changed. Head to the old

the place was completely empty. Then another message came through: “Location change. Come to the abandoned factory in the north part of

to throw off anyone I might’ve

something wasn’t right. The driver wore a face mask and a cap, his entire face covered. Her instincts on high alert,

major intersection, the car should’ve stopped for the red light—but instead, the driver suddenly hit the gas, swerved sharply, and ran the light, driving the wrong way

the side, but she quickly stabilized herself. Glancing back toward the