The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 349

"Sobbing." With snot and tears all over her face, Xanthe looked a Fiona, who was holding a small knife and moving closer to Shakira. She struggled desperately and if she could have made a sound, she would have yelled herself hoarse. "No rush. I'll deal with her first and then get to you. Fiona shot Xanthe a glance and stood next to Shakira, who was curled up and gasping for air.

The knife in Fiona's hand waved carelessly, ready to slip and cul deeply into Shakira if she let her guard down.

Yet, Shakira maintained a calm expression as if she was not afraid of Fiona's silent threat. Fiona sneered with malice, crouched down, and let the cold blade trace Shakira's pretty face

"If you lose this pretty face of yours, will Walter even glance at you?" Shakira's clear eyes showed no emotion. She kept her gaze steady on Fiona and said quietly, "Fiona, you haven't crossed the line yet; there's still a chance to turn back." Fiona seemed provoked, with her face tense as she shouted angrily. "Turn back? Grandma's gone. My parents have abandoned me. Where on earth could I go back to?"

Her face twisted with anger, with tears in her eyes. "They wouldn't even let me attend Grandma's funeral. Shakira, you messed everything up for me. Why did you have to appear? Why aren't you the one who's dead?"

While speaking, Fiona lost her mind, flailing her arms in anger. Shakira, weakened by a strong sedative, couldn't resist and ended up with several deep and shallow cuts on her body, bleeding heavily. "Ugh..." Shakira bit her lip, letting out a soft groan. Fiona seemed to find something more amusing, pulling Shakira's hair. "Come on, scream, beg me for mercy, bow down. Maybe I'll let you keep your body intact."

As Shakira felt her consciousness slipping away bit by bit, she deeply frowned. "Fiona, do you want Jaslene to die uneasy." "Shut up." Fiona screamed hysterically, tossing Shakira aside. "You have no right to talk about Grandma." Seeing the still proud and arrogant look on Shakira's face completely set her off. "I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you." She raised her hand and was ready to stab the small knife into Shakira's chest-

"Ms. Banks, Mr. Banks is calling." An elderly woman appeared looking worried. Fiona's face was full of anger. "Why is he calling me?Haven't they already kicked me out."

yesterday maybe because they were angry. Perhaps they've thought about it and want to apologize

back." Fiona followed the elder woman off the floor, and the men in black, clearly unwilling to stay with two dirty women, left arm in arm as well. On the empty floor, Xanthe's sobs echoed, and a faint metallic smell of

turned over, struggling to push herself up with her elbows and knees, wobbly and unsteady. Unable to stand, she used all her strength to crawl toward Xanthe. Xanthe's groans grew

was smeared with blood from where Shakira had dragged herself. She took off what looked like an

banded quartz watch.

Shakira's arms

pulled out the gag from her mouth. Shakira's cold hand covered her mouth when Xanthe was about to speak. "Don't speak. Just listen to me Shakira shoved the watch into Xanthe's hand. "Find a safe place to hide. There's a fox button on the back. Press

you soon."

exhausted, leaning weakly against a pillar and gasping for air Seeing her covered in blood, Xanthe started sobbing uncontrollably and struggling to catch her breath. "No, I'm not leaving, I want to take you out of here." "I can't move, Xanthe. You need to get

a deep, sobbing breath and gripped the watch tightly. "Shakira, you have to hold

to stay, and turned to leave

to herself, "If you found out I accidentally lost the necklace you gave me, would you be upset?" She chuckled gently. "Maybe even more upset since I kept it a secret from you all along." The feeling of weakness hit again as her vision blurred.

felt dizzy but finally found the emergency exit on the other side. After being tied up all day, her arms and legs felt weak,

cars parked at the front entrance. She turned and ran toward the abandoned wooded area behind

was startled and quickly checked Xanthe's breathing, giving Xanthis a stern look. "Why did you hit her so hard? What if you killed her?" Xanthis sneered dismissively.