The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 187 Lucas Poisoned Again

“Andrew!” Sloane shouted, urgency sharp in her voice.

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Andrew, hearing her call, swiftly took down the last of the killers before rushing over. When he saw Lucas collapsed on the ground, he asked anxiously, “What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s been poisoned. There was venom on the blade,” Sloane replied quickly. “We need to get out of here now–I can’t treat him until we’re somewhere safe.”

Andrew gave a quick nod, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. “I’ll carry him.”

Without another word, Sloane helped him lift Lucas onto his back. Her gaze swept the area to confirm that all the assassins were down, then she took off running behind Andrew as they fled through the forest.

But they hadn’t gone far when Lucas, still unconscious, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

Sloane’s heart dropped. She immediately ran to him and checked his condition. His face was an alarming shade of bluish–purple, his breathing so faint it was barely detectable. The poison was already attacking his vital organs.

This is bad… if this keeps up, he won’t last much longer… she muttered to herself, a flicker of determination flashing in her eyes.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the dagger from Andrew’s belt and sliced her own wrist open. Blood gushed out instantly, trickling down toward Lucas’s lips.

own. Without thinking, Sloane leaned down, took a mouthful of her own blood, and pressed her

lips were pried open as she

times, and only when his complexion finally began to regain

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Lucas

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rare herbs had left it saturated with detoxifying agents. Her blood didn’t just fight poison; it could also

quickly moved to stop the

worst of the toxin had been temporarily suppressed. Sloane finally let out a breath of relief -but her body, weakened from blood loss, began to

in time, his voice tight with

steady. “I’m fine… Just a little dizzy from the blood loss. The poison’s only

another word and hoisted Lucas back onto his back, sprinting

the team that had been sent

already arranged for her backup silver needles to be delivered

moment they arrived, she dismissed everyone else from the room

time the procedure was finished, Sloane’s face was as pale as a sheet. Sweat beaded

injured, and now she’d forced herself

treatment.