The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 391 Who’s The Real Lunatic

Chapter 391 Who’s The Real Lunatic

After the two attendants finished bathing Sloane, they left the room.

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A short while later, the door opened again. A woman in a red dress stepped inside, moving slowly; her silver mask caught the candlelight, glinting with a cold sheen.

Her chilled fingertips brushed against Sloane’s cheek, tracing across her skin inch by inch as if inspecting its smoothness. Her gaze grew dazed with obsession, then suddenly turned icy.

“Too much alike…” she murmured, almost entranced. “Even the texture of your skin feels identical…”

Sloane caught the keywords immediately, but her expression didn’t change.

“Tony’s going to love this…” The woman broke into sudden laughter, her voice tinged with manic anticipation. “What was it he used to call Beth? Soft skin? Hah… soon, that’ll be mine…”

glared at her, keeping her composure but snapping coldly, “What exactly are you

leaned down, her crimson lips nearly brushing Sloane’s earlobe.

someone stage

the edge of the tub with all her strength, her knuckles

that’s it…” The woman’s voice quivered with excitement, her eyes glittering with madness beneath the mask. “A little more fear… a little more despair…” She suddenly clamped her hand around Sloane’s

down her cheeks. The woman straightened with satisfaction, her heels tapping

every trace of fear vanished from Sloane’s face; her tears stopped as if cut

her eyes swirling

woman was there too, ordering her to lie down. She personally spread a layer of pale green ointment across Sloane’s skin; the acrid scent was sharp, like herbs

move.” Her nails dragged across Sloane’s collarbone. “This is an ancient formula I brought back

when the woman turned away, she quickly slipped

she was

hotter than usual; fresh petals floated on the surface.

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