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 wide

the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family

he resurfaced, he single-handedly seized control of the nation’s underworld,

powerful that even the

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

blood, Eric

if her marriage to Eric had gone

live now at

maneuvered her

nothing compared to Henrik’s

the thought struck her, hope

Henrik’s support, she might escape her forced

just helped you, could I ask you

sharpened, his eyes gleaming with

him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it

her gaze as he studied her, a trace of amusement in his

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