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The Real Heiress Rules the World

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Chapter 132 Just One Word-Serves!

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A flicker of disgust flashed through Sloane’s eyes-she didn’t hesitate. With a swift, precise kick, her foot

slammed into the man’s gut.

The creep never saw it coming. Like a severed kite string, he flew several meters through the air before crashing

hard onto the cement path with a deep, painful thud.

“You dare hit me?” he growled, clutching his stomach as he struggled to his feet. His eyes burned with vicious

malice, and a deranged grin twisted across his face, warping from pain and rage. “You little bitch-tonight, I'll

make you pay!”

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t care. Eyes gleaming with vile lust, he lunged toward

her again, arms outstretched.

Just then, voices echoed in the distance.

“I saw Sloane heading this way,” someone said.

Whitney's voice rang out, thick with mock concern, “Trent, are you sure it was Daniel who followed her?”

“Positive,” Trent replied. “I saw it with my own eyes.”

The group following them collectively stiffened. Everyone in Stonebridge knew Daniel's reputation-he was a

notorious womanizer. Once he had his eyes on a woman, there was almost no escape. Backed by a powerful

family, he ran unchecked through high society.

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Now he’d set his sights on Sloane? Everyone feared the worst.

“We have to help Ms. Sloane!” someone shouted with feigned urgency-but the gleam of excitement in their eyes

betrayed their true intentions. A scandal, especially involving Sloane, would be delicious gossip.

Suddenly, a strange noise drifted over from ahead-deep, guttural grunts, like a man in distress.

Those with thinner skin blushed furiously, quickly exchanging knowing glances.

Whitney's excitement reached a fever pitch. Her steps quickened, driven by a gleeful hunger for . She

didn’t even wait for the others, rushing ahead as if she were already picturing Sloane’s humiliation.

“Con! Hurry!” she called, all but sprinting toward the source of the sounds.

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But when they arrived and turned the corner-

They all froze.

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Daniel was hunched over, clutching a tree. His clothes were in disarray, hair a tangled mess, and his

expression... like a madman. He looked like he’d just been through hell and barely lived to tell the tale.

“Ahhh!” someone shrieked.

Startled, Daniel turned toward the sound. His bloodshot eyes scanned the crowd like a cornered beast. But

before anyone could react, he lunged again—straight at Whitney.

She didn’t even have tto scream before he grabbed her, hands everywhere. His strength was terrifying, and

her screams of protest were muffled by his frenzy.

With a loud rip, her sleeve tore clean off.

“Daniel, stop!” Trent cried, trying to help-but fear rooted him in place. Daniel’s madness had him petrified.

“Help me-please!” Whitney sobbed, thrashing wildly. Her earlier excitement was long gone, replaced with sheer

panic.

Then-

“Daniel! What the hell do you think you're doing?!”

A voice like a whip cracked through the air.

Everyone turned.

Larry. Tall, cold, furious-his presence slammed into them like a wall of ice.

The moment he saw what was happening, he crossed the distance in long strides. He grabbed Daniel by the

collar and yanked him backward with terrifying force.

Daniel hit the ground hard.

He barely had tto scramble before Larry stomped down on his back, pinning him like a bug.

“You've got snerve,” Larry said, voice calm and lethal, his gaze like a blade. “You dare lay a hand on

someone from the Houston family?”

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Daniel could only groan in

response.

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Whitney collapsed to the side, sobbing, clutching her torn sleeve, humiliated beyond words.

The onlookers watched in stunned silence, their glee dead in their throats.

Sloane, meanwhile, strolled out from behind the hedges, calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

She glanced at Daniel with pity in her eyes and murmured just loud enough for those nearby to hear:

“One word-serves.”

Then she dusted her hands off and turned to leave.

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