Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 212

Chapter 212:

Layla, burning with fury, felt her face flush deep red. “Great-uncle! This woman slapped me, and now you’re rewarding her with shares?”

Before she could finish her sentence, Morris struck a sharp slap across her cheek.

“How dare you act so shamelessly!” Morris’ eyes burned with fury. “You still don’t see the gravity of your actions. Khloe’s painting is the real deal, and you had the audacity to call it a fake and insult her! She’s Henrik’s fiancée. You’re disrespectful, and I’m actually being too lenient by just slapping you for it!”

Morris showed no mercy. The slap was hard, sending Layla stumbling backward. She held her cheek, tears streaming down her face in shock and humiliation. “Why should I respect her? You’ve watched me grow up. Aren’t I more important to you than someone like her? What if I said a few harsh words? Great-uncle, you hit me for her? This is unacceptable!”

I won’t tolerate your behavior in my home.” Morris’ voice cut through the room like a blade, his eagle-sharp eyes locking on her. “From

fell silent, stunned by the sheer force of Morris’ anger. His

under Morris’ intimidating gaze, she didn’t dare argue. She threw Khloe a

She had been sure that Layla’s painting and status would be enough to crush Khloe, but she hadn’t expected Khloe’s painting to be the real deal, so highly valued

How was she always so

Henrik and Khloe. As soon as Layla left the estate and climbed into her car, she dialed a number. When the call connected, she began venting, “Sheri! I made a complete fool of myself trying to set things up for you. Khloe is nothing but a conniving seductress! She’s so

explain everything. You know me—I have my ways. I’ll make

the place

you my exclusive vineyard in Bordeaux. I’ll be back soon, and when I return, I’ll personally deal with anyone who’s wronged you. Trust me, okay?” At last,

she looked like something straight out of a

features. “Khloe… To win over Morris so easily, you’re definitely no ordinary person. Looks like it’s time for me to head home.” Little did Khloe know,

of dishes, most of which were Khloe’s favorites. Khloe gave Henrik a glance, and