Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 149

Chapter 149:

“Stay still. Do you have any idea how furious I was when I saw that acid aimed at you today? If you ever risk your life like that again, I won’t be so lenient.”

His voice dropped to a whisper, his breath warm against her ear, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. His possessiveness was overwhelming.

Khloe sat on Henrik’s lap, her back pressed against the firm, rhythmic beat of his heart.

Her mix of embarrassment and irritation wasn’t driven by romance. Henrik’s talk of punishment didn’t hint at affection—it was something altogether different. It felt disturbingly like a pet being reprimanded by its master—a notion Khloe found utterly unbearable.

Exceptionally talented and fiercely independent, Khloe had only ever submitted to the Evans family, and that had been her undoing. But now, with Henrik’s firm grip holding her in place, Khloe weighed her options and chose to stay put.

in an entirely different league—his skill and

accepting the situation, interpreting his behavior as care for her, though it seemed to reveal a hidden

actually want me to lock you away?” His deep, leisurely voice

responded, “No, no! I’m just reflecting on my

a soft chuckle, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder. He pulled her closer and instructed the driver to

luxury car, followed by an intimidating convoy of black cars, made its way to the city’s outskirts, finally pulling up before a striking building shaped like

they crossed the threshold, a shiver coursed down her spine. The entrance to a basement stretched before them, illuminated by golden lights that somehow added to its eerie atmosphere. Without haste, Henrik stepped in, leading Khloe deeper into this unsettling

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where fighters clash in vicious matches, and greed and corruption thrive in the chaos.” His noble, distant expression remained unchanged, yet he exuded an intense, almost

mesh, their footsteps the only sound echoing in the oppressive

chaotic mix of

were hauled away, their ultimate fate shrouded in mystery. For the average onlooker, such sights were enough to evoke either sheer

a notoriously harsh prison, where violence lurked around every corner. Even under the watchful eyes of guards, the inmates had their ways—silent, lethal,

a dim, all-black hall. The walls were adorned with rows