Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 210

Chapter 210:

Layla stood there in shock, her hand clutching her stinging cheek, unable to respond.

cheek as tears of disbelief welled up in her eyes. “How dare you hit me! You vile wretch! What are you all waiting for? Arrest her!” She barked the last command at the bodyguards standing nearby.

The bodyguards hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances before stepping forward to follow her orders.

But before they could reach her, Henrik stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Khloe like an unyielding fortress. His piercing gaze cut through the room, freezing everyone in place with his overwhelming presence.

“Who dares lay a hand on her?” Henrik’s voice rumbled, low and commanding, laced with a chilling threat.

bodyguards froze under Henrik’s crushing aura, their steps faltering. Trembling, they exchanged uneasy glances. They knew all too well that this was a man no one dared to cross—his wrath

mother did for you?” Layla’s voice cracked with fury, her face flushed as her words came out shrill and

give you free rein to behave however you like. Khloe is under

spell. Sloane’s heart burned with envy and jealousy. How

shouted, “Fine! If you want to

for her phone, Khloe realized it was

Carrillo family, wasn’t someone to provoke lightly. If Layla succeeded in dragging her into this mess, the situation could quickly spiral out of control. But Khloe wasn’t blind to Henrik’s fierce loyalty—it revealed just

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gaze dripping with disdain as she looked at Layla. “Miss Carrillo, you really have no shame. First, you show up with a fake painting to humiliate

forgery?” Layla screamed, charging at Khloe with the intent to grab

precision, Khloe sidestepped, leaving Layla to stumble forward and nearly fall flat. Without missing a beat, Khloe grabbed a teacup

the once-muted tones of the artwork changed instantly, bursting into vivid, radiant colors that seemed almost

come alive as though breathing for the first time. It grew richer and more intricate, layers unfolding with mesmerizing depth. The inked branches and leaves appeared to sway softly, as though stirred by an invisible breeze. Black ribbons seemed

shot up from his seat, knocking the armchair over with a loud crash. The sound startled the room, and all eyes turned to the painting, now staring in awe