The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 303 Not Gonna Hurt You

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Darkness swam before Sloane’s eyes. She forced herself to press the emergency contact button on her watch. The last thing she saw was the little girl’s guilty gaze–and Ginnie’s triumphant smile as she stepped out of the shadows.

The sharp click of high heels drew closer. “Don’t worry, Sloane. I’ll make sure you’re well… taken care of.”

Just before her consciousness slipped away, Sloane summoned all her strength and drove a needle into her thigh–it was a custom safeguard she carried, one that could slow the drug’s effect.

She fought to open her eyes. Through the blur of her vision, she saw Larry crouched in the corner by the window; his hands were bound to the frame with a tie, his forehead pressed against the cold glass, his breathing harsh and ragged.

“Larry…” She had barely spoken when a cloying sweetness invaded her nose. Sloane instantly clamped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late–the scent seemed alive, seeping into every pore, flooding her body with heat.

Larry’s head snapped up, his eyes bloodshot. “Don’t talk…” His voice was hoarse, raw; his wrists were rubbed bloody from struggling against the tie. “The air… it’s drugged…”

Only then did Sloane notice the windows, sealed tight with strips of tape. She staggered, trying to rise, but her knees buckled at once–the drug was acting far faster than she had expected.

the fruit knife on the table. Without hesitation, she seized it and plunged the blade into her

searing pain jolted her back into momentary

groan of

swear… even if it kills me… I

too strong; there was no way he

scarlet, every muscle in his body strung tight. Under the drug’s merciless pull, he tore through the tie restraining him.

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with heat. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t, she had no strength to resist. All she could do was watch as

hand brushed her shoulder; the searing warmth seared straight through

to lose control, her faint, broken voice reached him.

sound of his name, spoken by her, struck his fogged mind like a bolt of lightning. He froze, his blood–red eyes flashing with

a glass from the table, he slammed it hard against