The Fake Heiress Wants Me Dead In The WildernessThe human traffickers were apprehended, and after DNA verification, the police returned me to my affluent parents.
My parents gave a cold nod, thanked the officers, and instructed the butler to make me comfortable.
Two months after returning home, the fake heiress, Irene Burrel, secretly signed me up for a wilderness survival course. My parents gently stroked her head.
“Since you want to play, let her accompany you.”
They did not care one bit if I died out there.
Irene smirked triumphantly at me. “What does it matter if you’re the real heiress? I can still do whatever I want with you!
“Survival training is my daily routine. I’ll make sure you leave that competition on a stretcher!”
When we arrived at the wilderness training grounds in the mountains, I laughed.
I grew up in these very forests. Did she think I did not know this place?