The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 176 Siege and the Counterattack

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The bottom of the pit was littered with dry branches and dead leaves; Sloane hit the ground hard, pain shooting through her entire body, but she didn’t dare make a sound. Curling up quickly, she held her breath and listened intently to the noise outside.

“Holy crop, where the heck did that wench go?” one of the assassins growled from the edge of the pit.

“Cut the crap, split up and search! She couldn’t have gotten far!” a gruff voice snapped, thick with impatience.

Sloane’s heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. She clutched the hairpin in her hand, ready to fight to the death if she had to.

But the men in black never noticed the deep pit. Their footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Sloane let out a slow breath, though she knew she couldn’t stay here for long. Grabbing onto a vine, she climbed out quickly and darted deeper into the woods, using the trees for cover.

She hadn’t gotten far when a low humming noise suddenly buzzed overhead. Glancing up, she saw several drones circling in the sky; red scanning beams swept through the forest in wide, methodical arcs.

They’re using high–tech surveillance. There’s nowhere to hide. Her heart sank.

She ducked behind a large tree, held her breath, and tried to stay out of the scanner’s range. But the drone’s infrared detection system had already locked onto her location.

someone shouted in the distance. Footsteps

and tightened her grip on the hairpin. She was surrounded; the only way out

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little wench, come out! You’re not getting away,” the

her hand. If her memory was right, there was a steep slope just ahead; beneath it lay a thick grove.

the tree and sprinted toward the slope. The assassins behind her

her! Don’t let her escape!” the gruff voice

like a fox–fast, elusive, weaving through the woods—but there were too many of them. Two assassins soon flanked her from the side, attempting to cut

a thick tree trunk. The knife in her hand glinted

assassin crept forward, searching cautiously. Sloane tilted her head slightly and caught sight of him through a crack in the bark. Her heartbeat remained steady;

cleanly into the back of his

his body into a nearby bush–quick, clean,

He must’ve realized his partner was missing; eyes narrowed, gun raised, he scanned the forest

snake dropped from a tree and sank

neck.