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!”

too much by your family. 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.

stunned by the sheer force of Morris’ anger. His voice carried the authority of a lion’s roar, leaving no room for

and anger, her heart seething with resentment. But under Morris’ intimidating gaze, she didn’t dare argue. She threw Khloe a venomous glare, covered

status would be enough to crush Khloe, but she hadn’t expected Khloe’s painting to be the real deal, so highly valued by Morris. Even Layla had ended up humiliated before

she always so

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

explain everything. You know me—I

the place

unleashed her frustrations, and the woman on the other end listened patiently before replying in a soothing tone, “Thank you, Layla. As a token of my gratitude, I’ll give 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, Layla felt a bit

looked like something straight out of a sci-fi graphic novel—striking and unforgettable. People walking by the lab couldn’t help but throw amazed

shadow crossing her calm 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, an enemy from afar was already scheming

table was overflowing with a variety of dishes, most of which were Khloe’s favorites.