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.

was unfocused. He kept mumbling, “No…

stood up, her voice tinged with

had suggested locking her in this place all those years ago. So she was simply returning the favor. But honestly? He

now,

nervous. “Ms.

him, her stare razor–sharp. “You’re done here.

course! Yes!” The director practically tripped over himself backing away. “If you need anything,

eyes glinted coldly. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small metal device–about the size of a

forth in front of his face. Boone’s eyes began to follow

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at me.” Her voice dropped even lower,

wasn’t in control

and deliberate. “What do you know

mechanical. “Samantha… was the maid’s daughter… Sloane was the real

brows knit slightly. She pressed on, her voice razor–sharp. “Nineteen years

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Chapter 207 Hypnosis

patients caught a glimpse of Sloane through the small windows in their cell doors, the chaos fell into

back…” one patient whimpered, curled up in the

head and rocked back and forth, whispering in a shrill, broken

on, unfazed, like she’d seen this all a thousand times

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

glance. “What do you think? You think I came all the way here

quickly, his voice flustered. “N–No, of course not. I just…

a dry laugh. “That’s not your concern. Just take

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

like hell. His hair was a knotted mess, his clothes were filthy and

something out of his hair and shoved it into

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garbled voice that didn’t make any