Chapter 135 Just One More Offering

Chapter 135 Just One More Offering

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A chill surged from Whitney’s feet straight up to the top of her skull. The room spun around

her.

Her lips trembled uncontrobly, but not a single sound escaped. Her mind was filled with shes of the gruesome scene when her parents died–and the terrifying way Larry had taken control of everything ever since.

She knew all too well how ruthless and cold her brother could be. If he said it, he’d do it.

“Larry…” she finally squeezed out a weak whisper from her dry throat.

All she got in return was a chillingugh that sounded like it came straight from hell.

“What’s wrong? Finally scared now?” Larry’s voice echoed through the empty room, each wordnding like a hammer blow on Whitney’s heart.

Her body swayed uncontrobly, her back drenched in cold sweat. She felt like she was trapped in an icy tomb, swallowed by darkness and fear.

She crawled to Larry’s feet, knocking her forehead against the floor over and over. “I was wrong. I swear I know I was wrong… I’ll behave from now on… I promise…”

But Larry didn’t even flinch. He turned his back to her, not sparing her a single nce. “I don’t want to hear that. If you can’t handle being the Houston family’s youngdy… it’s just one more tablet on the altar.”

Whitney’s head froze mid–bow. Her whole body began trembling like a leaf. “I can, I can do it. I’ll be the perfect Houston family heiress… I will.”

Larry kicked her hand off his pant leg in disgust, as if she were something filthy. “And from now on, stay away from Sloane. If I ever find out you’veid a finger on her… you’ll wish you were never born.”

With that, Larry turned and strode out without looking back.

Whitney copsed on the ground, her body still shaking uncontrobly.

She knew Larry wasn’t bluffing. He meant it–he really would kill her.

It took a while before she could calm down. Larry’s final warning echoed in her head.

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Chapter 135 Just One More Offering

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When did Larry and Sloane even meet? Why would he specifically warn her about Sloane if they weren’t connected?

Elsewhere, Sloane had politely turned down Madam Mathilda’s offer and insisted on returning to her own apartment.

“All right. Your apartment is closer to campus–it is more convenient,” Madam Mathilda relented, then turned to make small talk with Lucas.

Lucas wore his usual polite, detached smile, handling Madam Mathilda’s chitchat with practiced ease.

Sloane couldn’t help but admire him. No iwonder /iihe /iibuilt /iithe /iiHawthorne /iiGroup /iiinto /iiStonebridge’s /iitop /iipowerhouse/ii. /iiHe /iireally /iiknows /iihow /ito inavigate /iipeople/i.

Once Madam Mathilda finally left, Sloane turned and got into Lucas’s car.

Lucas remembered the way Larry had looked at her and cautiously asked, “Do you know Larry?”

“Who?” Sloane blinked in confusion, then shook her head after a second. “No. Why?”

“He’s dangerous–doesn’t follow rules or care about consequences,” Lucas warned. “If you ever run into him again, stay far away.”

Andrew nced into the rearview mirror with a puzzled look.

But Sloane didn’t take it seriously. “Whitney got humiliated today. The Houston family probably hates me now. I’m not scared of them, though.”

Lucas pulled up outside her apartment building. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow for the auction.”

“Okay,” Sloane igot /iout and waved at him. “See you tomorrow.”

Lucas watched her go, whispering under his breath, “See you tomorrow.”

Only when the light in her apartment window turned on did Andrew finally speak. “We’ve had a car tailing us ever since we left the Houston family’s ce.”

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