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.

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

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

showed me, but that doesn’t give you free rein

had him completely under her spell. Sloane’s heart burned with

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

Khloe realized it was time to take charge before things spiraled

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

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“Miss Carrillo, you really have no shame. First, you show 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 little

me of bringing a forgery?” Layla screamed, charging at Khloe with the intent to grab her

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

tones of the artwork changed instantly, bursting into vivid, radiant colors

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

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 at