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.

steps faltering. Trembling, they exchanged uneasy glances. They knew all too

her? Have you completely forgotten everything my mother did for you?” Layla’s voice cracked with fury, her face

doesn’t give you free rein to behave however you like. Khloe is

Sloane’s heart burned with envy and jealousy. How could Khloe be so

her phone from her bag and shouted, “Fine! If you want

reach for her phone, Khloe realized it

the powerful matriarch of the 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

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up with a fake painting to humiliate yourself, then you try to insult me. I slapped you, and now you’re running to cry for your mother? How very fitting of you—your mother’s perfect

dare you accuse me of bringing a forgery?” Layla screamed, charging at Khloe with

forward and nearly fall flat. Without missing a beat, Khloe grabbed a teacup from the table and poured

astonishment, the once-muted tones of the artwork changed instantly, bursting into vivid,

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 to

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