The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395 Wrong Time For Surgery

Chapter 395 Wrong Time For Surgery

After all that chaos, dawn was nearly breaking; she had to move quickly.

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Sloane crouched low, slipping through the bushes-until the snap of a branch cracked behind her. She spun around; a guard was already raising his gun at her!

The bullet whistled past, grazing her hair. Sloane rolled aside, flinging her last needle in the same motion; the guard dropped instantly. But the gunshot had already given her away, lights blazed across the entire

estate.

“There she is! Get her!”

Sloane ran with everything she had, lungs burning like fire; her legs felt weighed down with lead. The chase closed in, bullets sparking against the rocks around her.

She reached the cliff’s edge, and despair crashed over her. Below, waves pounded furiously against the rocks, and the nearest reef was a good twenty meters out.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you running?” The woman’s cold voice slithered from behind.

Sloane turned slowly. The woman stood there flanked by a dozen armed guards, silver mask gleaming under the moonlight; her gun leveled squarely at Sloane’s heart.

“You really thought you could escape?” The woman’s laugh was icy. “Go ahead, jump. Straight into the sharks, there won’t even be a body left.”

From the corner of her eye, Sloane caught sight of movement on the sea. A speedboat was cutting fast through the waves-flying the military’s flag. Her heartbeat surged.

But the woman had seen it too. Her eyes narrowed behind the mask; she clamped a hand on Sloane’s neck and shoved a drug-soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. The cloying sweetness of ether flooded her lungs in an instant.

“Someone came to save you?” The woman whispered against her ear. “Too bad…”

Sloane’s nails dug deep into the woman’s wrist, leaving five bloody crescents in her pale skin. She forced her gaze seaward; through the mist, Lucas’ tall figure stood rigid at the bow.

Lucas… Her broken cry was smothered by the cloth, her vision reeling.

The woman yanked her backward, dragging her fully into the shadow of the cliff.

It was a perfect angle-from the water, only jagged rock was visible; no trace of anyone standing above.

Out on the sea, three hundred meters away, Lucas’ chest lurched violently. He lifted his night-vision scope. searching, but found nothing.

A sudden gust tore across the cliff, whipping Sloane’s hair into the air. A flash from the waves reflected into Lucas’ lens, forcing him to turn his head.

One second-just one fatal second.

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7:16 pm P P P P

Chapter 395 Wrong Time For Surgery

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Sloane’s fingers slipped limply; as her consciousness sank into darkness, the last thing she saw was Lucas tugging at his collar in frustration, slamming his fist against the rail.

“Hold them off,” the woman ordered coldly. Then she dragged Sloane back with her.

Sloane awoke to a searing headache; the stench of formalin, thick with the copper tang of blood, invaded her lungs.

She choked violently, the pale-green liquid sloshing around her as she realized she was submerged in a massive tub. Cough… cough… Each breath carried the bitter sting of blood.

Under the surgical lights’ ghastly white glow, the woman hummed her tuneless song, calmly wiping down a scalpel.

“Awake?” She leaned close to the tub, her fingertips gliding across Sloane’s cheek. “Your mother used this very face… to seduce Tony.”

7:16 pm P PPP.