The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 396 Not My Face, Lady

Chapter 396 Not My Face, Lady

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The woman suddenly let out a manic laugh. “But soon I’ll have the same face as hers; then Tony will definitely fall in love with me…”

With that, she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bathtub across from Sloane, where the same. icy green liquid was bubbling.

To Sloane’s horror, the woman took a scalpel and began peeling the skin off her own face.

Sloane thrashed violently in the green solution, the handcuffs clanging against the edge of the tub with a shrill metallic screech. She stared, wide-eyed, as the woman rose from the neighboring tub, her wet skin an eerie bluish white-like something newly peeled from its shell.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m fast with my hands; you won’t feel a thing.” The woman lifted the scalpel, its blade glinting coldly beneath the surgical light.

Just as the blade was about to touch Sloane, a dark figure lunged from behind.

The woman staggered several steps, the scalpel clattering into the bathtub.

figure moved swiftly, hurling

the tub; its rotting fingers gripped the rim, and

her laughter rasping like a rusted saw. “This face…

froze, horror crashing over her as she realized

wiped the blood from her face and scrambled up. “You wench! You’re still

fight me for what’s mine? Die!” She

collided in a vicious

into the woman’s freshly grown skin, ripping off bloody chunks. “You lied to me! You said I could replace Sloane, but you turned me into this half-human, half-monster

trying to reach the scalpel lying at the bottom of the tub. The

as Samantha sank her teeth deep into her

foot hard-and at last, the scalpel

her grip, clutching the handle tight. The sharp blade spun quickly inside the lock of

shackle.

left wrist came

of the room. Samantha’s mangled fingers clawed

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