The Real Heiress Rules the World

Chapter 405 Needles and Heart Eyes

“Left turn ahead!” Lucas suddenly pointed toward an emergency exit.

Without hesitation, Jaime swerved sharply; the car shot up the ramp at an almost vertical angle. The rear tires spun for a split second before regaining traction, and the vehicle burst out of the parking structure like an arrow loosed from a bow, merging into the night traffic.

“Lost them!” Jaime let out a long breath, though his hands on the steering wheel still trembled slightly.

Sloane only then realized that her back was drenched in cold sweat. She glanced down at Shawn and saw that, though still unconscious, his breathing had steadied.

“Head to my place in the suburbs,” Jaime said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “It’s completely safe there.”

When they arrived, Sloane immediately got to work. She laid Shawn flat on the bed, her long, steady fingers brushing lightly over his neck until she pinpointed the acupoints where the poisoned blood had pooled. Then she took out seven needles from her case; with a flick of her wrist, they slid into the points in one smooth, fluid motion. The thin ends trembled faintly, emitting a soft hum.

as he leaned in instinctively. “Wait–this is the legendary

to restart his system and flush it out fast.” Her fingers flicked one of the needles, and all seven began to hum in perfect sync, vibrating with

Jaime blurted, crouching beside the bed like a curious child. “This technique actually exists? I

with a glass of water, catching sight of Jaime’s expression; his lips curved in faint amusement. “You

gauze, dipped it into a special medicinal solution, and wiped gently. With each pass, the purplish tint of Shawn’s skin

“You’re actually pulling this off like something out of a medical textbook! What’s in

Lucas cut him off, exasperated. “Let her

Jaime clamped his mouth shut

later, Shawn’s breathing finally evened out. Sloane exhaled deeply, relief washing over her. Lucas immediately stepped forward

with admiration. “Dr. Rivers, do you take apprentices? I can make tea, do laundry,

but laugh; a faint blush colored her pale cheeks. “You’re too kind, Mr. Jaime. I wouldn’t dare let you