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.”

turned to face him, her voice low and cutting.

and sneered, “I said you’re trash. What, mad now? Just because Lucas agreed

sharp and sudden, shot through her. She was already on edge–and this idiot had just pushed the

move, she grabbed his

Crack.

his knees, his face drained

He was drenched in sweat, his voice shaking, eyes wide

mocking sneer. “And a useless little punk like you thinks he can talk

came running toward them. Her face turned white when she saw Wesley on the ground, his wrist

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

Helen down, calm and composed. “He

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taught him some

as she pointed it in Sloane’s face. “You’re nothing but worthless! And you think you can act like this in my house? Somebody grab

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

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

jabbed her finger toward Sloane. “Look at what she’s done! She broke Wesley’s wrist! We can’t

Wesley’s injury, frowned, and then turned to Sloane. “Ms. Rivers, that was

Sloane scoffed. “So what?”

sister and stirred

his eyes. He couldn’t care less–he knew his parents would cover for

what about Sloane? She assaulted her own brother!

family. That kind of behavior is unacceptable 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

His wrist was still killing him, but he couldn’t help sneering. “Not so tough now, huh? Let’s see how you handle being locked in

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at the servants closing in, completely unimpressed. “House arrest? Isolation? And which one of you thinks you’re capable

what are you waiting for? Get the staff and