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?”

eyes went as wide as

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

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

that even

Watson family, which

Eric

Eric had gone through, Henrik would have been her

now at

had maneuvered her into offering

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

her, hope

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

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

sharpened, his eyes gleaming

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

studied her, a trace of amusement in his

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