The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 207 Hypnosis

From behind the iron doors lining the corridor, mad laughter and sudden screams echoed through the halls. But the moment the patients caught a glimpse of Sloane through the small windows in their cell doors, the chaos fell into complete silence -thick, heavy, suffocating silence.

“She… she’s back…” one patient whimpered, curled up in the corner, eyes wide with fear.

“The devil… the devil came back…” Another clutched his head and rocked back and forth, whispering in a shrill, broken voice like he was trying to shut out a nightmare only he could see.

Sloane didn’t even flinch. She walked on, unfazed, like she’d seen this all a thousand times before. Her eyes stayed fixed straight ahead, her steps steady and unshaken.

The director wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke cautiously. “Ms. Rivers, Mr. Boone’s… he’s not in a stable state right now. Are you sure you want to see him?”

Sloane shot him a cold glance. “What do you think? You think I came all the way here in the middle of the night for fun?”

The director shook his head quickly, his voice flustered. “N–No, of course not. I just… I’m worried he might hurt you.”

She let out a dry laugh. “That’s not your concern. Just take me to him.”

The director didn’t dare speak again. He picked up the pace, leading her down the dim corridor until they reached the room where Boone was being held.

The door swung open, and a wave of musty, sour air hit her in the face. Boone was huddled in the corner, looking like hell. His hair was a knotted mess, his clothes were filthy and hanging off him in rags, and his eyes were blank–staring at nothing like he wasn’t even there.

He yanked something out of his hair and shoved it into his mouth, mumbling to

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himself in a low, garbled voice that didn’t make any sense.

Sloane gave the director a nod. He fumbled with his keys and unlocked the iron door.

She pushed open the iron door and stepped inside. Her eyes were cold and sharp as she crouched beside Boone. Reaching out, she grabbed his chin and forced his head up.

“Boone, do you remember me?” Her voice was quiet, like something dead whispering from the shadows.

mumbling, “No… don’t come near me… devil… you’re

face and stood up, her voice tinged with mockery. “So he really has lost

So she was simply returning the favor. But honestly? He didn’t last long. In barely a few

now,

at the door, nervous. “Ms. Rivers, is there… anything

turned to look at him, her stare razor–sharp. “You’re done

director practically tripped over himself backing away.

gaze back to the trembling man in the corner. Her eyes glinted coldly. She reached into her coat pocket

face. Boone’s eyes began to follow the motion, drawn in. His gaze turned hazy, and the muttering from his

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me.” Her voice dropped even lower, slow and cold, laced with something impossible

he wasn’t in control of his own body. He stared straight ahead, still empty–eyed, but clearly under

me,” Sloane said, her words sharp and deliberate. “What do you know about

came out dry, flat, and mechanical.

knit slightly. She pressed on, her voice razor–sharp. “Nineteen years ago–did the Rivers family make any enemies

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Chapter 207 Hypnosis

behind the iron doors lining the corridor, mad laughter and sudden screams echoed through the halls. But the moment the patients caught a glimpse of Sloane through the small

back…” one patient whimpered, curled up in the corner, eyes

in a shrill, broken voice like he was trying to shut out a

unfazed, like she’d seen this all a thousand times before. Her eyes stayed fixed straight ahead, her steps steady and

the sweat from his forehead and spoke cautiously. “Ms. Rivers, Mr. Boone’s… he’s not in a stable state right

do you think? You think I came all the way here in

voice flustered. “N–No, of course not. I just… I’m worried he might hurt

not your concern. Just take

director didn’t dare speak again. He picked up the pace, leading her down

door swung open, and a wave of musty, sour air hit her in the face. Boone was huddled in the corner, looking like hell. His hair was a knotted mess, his clothes were filthy and

out of his hair and shoved it into his mouth,

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garbled voice