Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 222

Chapter 222:

Clinton shot a cold, cutting glance at the woman named Lisbeth Finch, silencing her in an instant.

He proceeded to hand Colleen a gift, offering his well-wishes, before taking a seat next to Khloe.

Before long, the dishes were brought out, and everyone dug in, enjoying their food and drinks. Halfway through, Colleen, feeling the strain of her age, excused herself to rest.

Khloe, feeling a slight dizziness from the alcohol, decided to step away and headed to the restroom to freshen up.

As she walked back, a voice from the private room rang out, full of excitement. “Hey, have you heard? Khloe deceived her way through that exam! She spent a billion to bribe a patient into pretending that the AIDS medication she developed was effective. Can you believe Khloe would spend so much just to pass the exam?”

the voices coming from inside. One of them belonged to Lisbeth, the girl who had once been her rival for a spot in the high school math competition. At first, they hadn’t gotten along, but everything changed after Khloe got early acceptance into a prestigious university abroad and it became known

far as helping Lisbeth with her applications to study overseas. For some time, their friendship seemed genuine, and Lisbeth went so far as

Khloe moved abroad, her busy life

all clicked now. Khloe finally understood why her classmates had been acting so oddly—Lisbeth had been

family’s eldest daughter. The moment a seemingly perfect figure like Khloe revealed any flaws, the admiration and kindness

where

you know that the moment she got out, she got involved with some underworld kingpin? The man’s over

Lisbeth sharply, his voice trembling with

smirk vanished as she stared at Clinton, stunned. The rest of their classmates, who had been eagerly soaking up the gossip,

a dark scowl. He scoffed, “Lisbeth, it’s no surprise

face, he added, “You poured all your energy into envying Khloe, and that’s why you’ll never reach her level. She’s a swan, and you’re just a duckling stuck in the

Clinton. Her cheeks flushed red, tears threatening to spill, but behind her humiliation flared a burning

real, anyway. Now Khloe

“Clinton, you don’t even know the real Khloe. How can you defend her so blindly? She’s nothing but a fraud! Not only did she end up in