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…”

but snapping coldly,

Sloane’s earlobe. “I’m going to have Samantha’s

someone stage a little play… send Samantha back to him, let her stand in for you and marry him

bloodless. She gripped the edge of the tub with all her strength, her knuckles blanching.

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 chin. “When the surgery succeeds, I’ll make you watch as

and spilled down her cheeks. The woman

door shut behind her, every trace of fear vanished

her eyes swirling with

The 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 mingled with

dragged across Sloane’s collarbone. “This is an ancient formula I brought back from overseas-it’s meant to nourish the

woman turned away, she quickly slipped a needle out of

treatment ended, she was escorted back to her

milk bath waiting for her was hotter than usual; fresh petals

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