Chapter 4


Chapter 4:

“Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson,” the leader announced reverently.

Khloe’s breath hitched. “Are you Henrik Watson?”

Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the blood from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision.

He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could take anyone’s breath away.

His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to draw anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose.

His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz.

But more than his appearance, it was his aura—commanding, indomitable—that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. “So what if I am?”

went as

been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long

single-handedly seized control of the

that even the president treaded carefully around

Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely

Eric was

had gone through, Henrik

now at

had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl

the city, he was nothing compared to Henrik’s underworld might. It

thought struck her, hope flickered within

could gain Henrik’s support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could

“Since I just

sharpened, his eyes gleaming

Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she

as he studied her, a trace of

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