Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 82

Chapter 82:

“Exactly! Khloe’s mother’s properties should be given to her daughter. No matter how remarkable the illegitimate daughter is, what does it matter? I’d rather burn or destroy them than let an outsider claim them.”

“Education may make you appear impressive, but without solid character, it means nothing.”

“And yet, Sloane acts like some noble, talented woman. Pathetic! Trash!”

The crowd’s harsh words made Lorraine’s and Sloane’s faces twist in fury.

Sloane quickly composed herself, realizing the gravity of the situation. She couldn’t let this escalate. Everyone present was from the entertainment industry. If she was branded as a mean, illegitimate daughter, her carefully crafted image of being kind, pure, and wealthy would be destroyed. It would ruin her career as a celebrity.

of resolve. “You know that’s not what I intended. Please don’t misinterpret me. Fine,

flawless, the emotion in her voice heavy

observing her with a calm

growing more vulnerable. “I promise to relinquish my claim to the shares of Genesis Company. If I fail to keep this promise, may

cut in once more, her lips curling into a faint smile. “If you go back on your word, may your career crumble, your honor be stripped away, your name destroyed,

She had hoped to brush it off with some vague words, but Khloe had already laid out the exact terms of the oath, leaving her no room to maneuver. And it was such a harsh, binding vow. Though Sloane

hand, stayed calm, even finding the situation somewhat amusing. Did Sloane believe she was malicious? But this was nothing more than fate playing out. When Sloane and her mother had conspired to trap her and push her to the edge, did they ever imagine the day would come when

having second thoughts?” Khloe taunted, her tone dripping with mockery. “Sloane, you’re so

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scandalous event for their headlines. She had never anticipated being backed into such a corner, but the pressure of the moment

destroyed, and I live in shame, even in death.” Sloane’s words were sharp, but they quivered with the weight of

remained cold and unchanged, her tone laced with indifference. “Forgive? Do you really think that’s possible? What you’re going through today is nothing