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

branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for

he single-handedly seized control of the nation’s underworld, rendering him a king

so powerful that even the president

member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity

Eric was

Eric had gone through, Henrik would

live now

maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl

compared to Henrik’s underworld might.

struck her, hope flickered

escape her forced

she asked tentatively, “Since I just helped you, could I ask you

sharpened, his

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 so she was

her, a trace of amusement in

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