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…’

at his collar, struggling to lift her hand toward the dying

holding Sloane, he strode to the woman. She lay collapsed in a pool of blood, yet a crazed laugh rattled from her

mother?” Sloane roared,

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

even faded, the entire building shook violently. The ceiling began to

the hallway behind

down in a roar

limp in Lucas’ arms, her gaze locked on the inferno with

aftershock of fear. Lowering

tenderly over every

of her tears, she saw his smoke-darkened face. Her trembling hand reached up to touch the fresh cut bleeding across his brow; the warmth beneath her fingertips finally convinced her this wasn’t

her lips as she pressed her ear to his chest, where his

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