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.

Trembling, they exchanged uneasy glances. They knew all too well that this was a man no one dared to cross—his wrath was

me in front of everyone, and you’re still standing by her? Have you completely forgotten everything my mother did for you?” Layla’s voice cracked with fury, her face flushed as her words came out shrill and

doesn’t give you free rein to behave however you like. Khloe is under my protection, and no one will lay a finger

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

yanked her phone from her bag and shouted, “Fine! If you want to shield this

realized it was time to take

into this mess, the situation could quickly spiral out of control. But Khloe wasn’t blind to

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she looked at Layla. “Miss Carrillo, you really have no shame. First, you show up with a fake painting to humiliate yourself, then you

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

Without missing a beat, Khloe grabbed a teacup from the table and

once-muted tones of the artwork changed instantly, bursting

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

armchair over with a loud crash. The