The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 208 Pick a Fight

Boone’s lips twitched. His voice came out dry and robotic, breaking into fragments. “N–No… don’t… know… no enemies…”

Sloane’s brow tightened. A flicker of disappointment passed through her eyes. She pulled the device away, and in that instant, Boone slumped over. His body went limp, his eyes shut, and he collapsed lifelessly against the wall.

She stood and glanced coldly at the man curled up on the floor. “Pathetic.”

Without another glance, Sloane turned and walked out. The heavy door groaned shut behind her with a deep, echoing thud. The hallway was just as silent as before, her footsteps echoing through the empty space.

The director stood waiting at the end of the hall. When he saw her, he rushed over, his voice low and cautious. “Ms. Rivers, you’re… done already?”

Sloane shot him an icy look, her voice sharp and impatient. “Yeah. Keep Boone locked down. Don’t let anyone from the Rivers family near him.”

The director let out a breath of relief and nodded eagerly. “Yes, ma’am! I’ll make sure he’s under strict watch.”

Sloane didn’t bother responding. She walked off without a word, her steps firm and controlled–but her eyes had darkened with thought.

If Boone didn’t know anything about her past, then chances were the rest of the Rivers family didn’t either. That meant the truth was still buried–most likely with Marshall and Helen.

Sloane didn’t make it back to the house until dawn–and the first person she ran into was Wesley, waiting by the front gate.

He was dressed in a crisp blue suit, car keys twirling between his fingers, clearly on his way out. When he saw her walking in from the outside, he smirked.

“Well, well… if it isn’t the Rivers family’s golden girl. Out all night, huh? Spent the night partying with the rich boys?”

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Sloane didn’t even blink. She shot him a cold glance and brushed past without a word.

Wesley’s face darkened. He stepped in front of her, blocking her path, his voice laced with smugness. “What, can’t even bother to look at me now? You think you’re important? You’re a ticking time bomb, and everyone knows it. Just a reject who’s going to get dumped sooner or later. You really think the Hawthornes are going to marry you? Keep dreaming.”

she turned to face him, her voice low and cutting. “Say that again. I dare

mad now? Just because Lucas agreed to an engagement

was already on edge–and this idiot had just pushed

grabbed

Crack.

collapsing to his knees, his face drained of all

you broke my wrist!” He was drenched in sweat, his

sneer. “And a useless little punk like you

them. Her face turned white when she saw Wesley on the ground, his wrist twisted at

her son. Her voice was shrill with panic. “Sloane! Are you insane? You actually laid hands

didn’t move. She stared Helen

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taught him

it in Sloane’s face. “You’re nothing but worthless! And you

swarmed in from all directions, surrounding Sloane. But none of them

Mathilda’s estate, rushed over and raised his voice. “By order of Madam

“Look at what she’s done! She broke Wesley’s wrist! We can’t let

was out of

Sloane scoffed. “So what?”

tightened, but he remained composed. “Wesley disrespected his sister and stirred up trouble. His allowance is suspended

care less–he knew his parents would cover for

wasn’t satisfied. “And what about Sloane? She assaulted her own brother! What’s the

and won’t be ignored.” He turned to Sloane. “You’re grounded for three days. No leaving the estate, no guests, no calls. Staff are under orders to restrict your

lit up with satisfaction. His wrist was still killing him, but he couldn’t help sneering. “Not so tough now,

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in, completely unimpressed. “House arrest? Isolation? And which

shaking with rage. “You arrogant little brat! Jason, what are you