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."

Mrs. Banks spoke harshly yesterday maybe because they were angry. Perhaps they've thought about it and want to

while she stood up and gave Shakira a fierce glare. "I'll deal with you when I get 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

pain wasn't overwhelming. Yet the injuries felt like countless ants crawling and biting her, making it quite uncomfortable. Fortunately, Fiona had carefully arranged the anesthetic shots.. Suddenly, she turned over, struggling to push herself up with her elbows and knees, wobbly

where Shakira had dragged

banded quartz watch.

into Shakira's arms when the

mouth when Xanthe was about to speak. "Don't speak. Just listen to me Shakira shoved the watch into Xanthe's hand. "Find a

you soon."

catch her breath. "No, I'm not leaving, I want to take you out of here."

gripped the watch tightly. "Shakira, you have to hold on.

fought the urge to stay, and turned to leave towards the

gently. "Maybe

but finally found the emergency exit on the other side. After being tied up all day, her arms and legs felt weak, but she didn't dare

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

vision went dark as her body crumbled to the ground. Berry 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. "If she dies, it's just her bad luck," Berry said nothing