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?”

as wide as

legend. Henrik had once been a branch

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

was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully

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

blood, Eric

marriage to Eric had gone through, Henrik would have been

live now

her

held sway in the city, he was nothing compared to Henrik’s underworld

thought struck her,

she might escape her

“Since I just helped you, could I

his eyes

was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards

her, a trace of amusement in

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