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.

leaned down, took a mouthful of her own blood, and pressed her

pried open as she forced him

the process several times, and only when his complexion finally began to regain a hint

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it saturated with detoxifying agents. Her blood didn’t just

moved to stop the bleeding and bandage her

was still unconscious, the worst of the toxin had been temporarily suppressed. Sloane finally let out a breath of

her arm just in time, his voice tight with concern.

faint but steady. “I’m fine… Just a little dizzy from the blood loss. The poison’s only suppressed for now. We still need to

word and hoisted Lucas

trail, they ran into the team that

had already arranged for her backup silver needles to

dismissed everyone else from the room and began administering acupuncture to

Sloane’s face was as pale as a sheet. Sweat beaded on her

injured, and now she’d forced herself to push through

treatment.