The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 397 Don’t Touch My Face

Chapter 397 Don’t Touch My Face

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The woman’s half-burned face was a mangled blur of flesh. Dragging one severed leg, she still crawled toward Sloane with madness in her eyes. “Your face… give me your face…”

Sloane scrambled backward with all her strength, only to slam into the icy wall behind her. The woman’s fingers clutched her ankle, razor-sharp nails digging deep into her skin.

“This time… you won’t escape…” The woman’s charred lips curled into a grotesque smile as she raised a bloodstained scalpel.

At the very moment she swung down-

A dark figure shot forward like lightning; the woman was kicked hard, her body flung into the wall with a sickening crack of breaking bones.

“Sloane!” Lucas scooped her into his arms. His clothes were soaked in blood, his face scraped and battered, yet the instant he saw her his eyes burned red. “I’m sorry-I’m late…’

his collar, struggling to lift her hand toward the dying woman. “Don’t let her die… she knows

lay collapsed in a pool of blood, yet a crazed laugh rattled from her throat. “Come on… kill

mother?” Sloane roared, seizing her by the

out. “You’ll never… never see her again…” She spat a mouthful of black blood. “I killed her! I

shook violently. The ceiling began to cave in

the

very moment, the laboratory came crashing down in a roar of

gaze locked on the inferno with a complex,

arms trembling with the aftershock of fear. Lowering his head,

long fingers brushing tenderly over every wound on her face. “Who gave you permission to gamble with

reached up to touch the

fragile smile touched her lips as she pressed her ear to his chest, where his heartbeat thundered against her cheek.

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