Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 39

Chapter 39:

As if drawn by some invisible force, Eric leaned in, as though to kiss her. Khloe’s face darkened with fury. She gritted her teeth and lifted her hand.

With a sharp crack, she slapped Eric hard across the cheek. She put all her force into the slap, leaving a visible mark on his face.

Stunned by the blow, Eric held his face, his eyes flickering between disbelief and seething rage. “Khloe, how dare you slap me!” he bellowed.

“So what if I did? You and Sloane plotted against me, and now you want to humiliate me. Let me make this clear, Eric. I’m not the naive girl I was three years ago. For all the harm you and Sloane caused me, I’ll make sure you pay for it a thousand times over.”

Khloe’s voice was strong and steady. Every word came through clenched teeth, filled with cold determination. She stood straight and lifted her chin, showing quiet confidence.

Her face had turned cold, and her piercing eyes were as sharp as knives, challenging anyone to hold her stare.

resolve to seek revenge was unwavering. The

from his grip and walked off with steady, determined steps. She didn’t glance back once, leaving Eric

strange behavior left her deeply repulsed, Khloe remained focused on

were still shut, her face looked much healthier than when she had been here the last time. It was clear her mother had been receiving excellent care, and this brought her

peacefully resting in the bed. She sat down beside her, and the tenderness and heartache in her eyes were impossible to hide. Gently, she took

to spill, while her voice carried the faint tremor of

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prison, followed by the chaos of her life after gaining freedom, had been too much to bear. Khloe had always been strong, like a phoenix rising from its ashes. But she couldn’t avoid feeling pain or being tired. Now, in the presence of her mother, Khloe let her guard down completely. Her tears flowed freely, releasing the grief she had kept locked away for

she felt a gentle, comforting hand rest

Laura Cohen, her mother, slowly opened her eyes and reached

frailty caused by her illness, her smile exuded

“Khloe…”

was rich with love and worry for her

as she collapsed into

herself. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes with the sleeve