Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 227

Chapter 227:

Jada wasted no time in teasing, “Khloe, your boyfriend doesn’t seem all that great, does he? Didn’t he say he’d pick you up? So where is he? Looks like you’re not as important to him as you thought.”

Khloe shot Jada a frosty glance, too uninterested to reply. She remained silent, standing still as she waited for Henrik to arrive. The others, noticing no one had come for Khloe, started to reconsider. They had been intimidated when Khloe had mentioned firing Lisbeth, but now they wondered if her sugar daddy was really as powerful as they had feared.

Maybe he was just an influential figure in the legal world, and they didn’t need to fear Khloe.

When Jada’s taunt went unanswered, they assumed Khloe was scared.

One man, bald and with a smirk on his face—who had once tried to pursue Khloe but was firmly turned down—joined in the laughter. “Khloe, doesn’t it bother you to be with an older guy? I bet you’re not really satisfied, are you? Why don’t you accept me? I’d treat you way better. After all, we were classmates, and I make a million a year now. I can easily afford your salary.” As he spoke, he moved closer to Khloe, the stench of smoke and alcohol making her stomach turn.

more than a joke. And let’s not forget, I’m a medical student. Your unhealthy appearance screams health problems. You might want to visit a men’s clinic before you find yourself unable to perform

herself and the bald man. Her eyes flashed with disdain, as

on his forehead. “Bitch! How dare you speak

those nearby watched with amusement, showing

face. Just in the nick of time, a firm hand

favorite is

so stunningly handsome that the mere sight of him seemed

of a finely chiseled sculpture. The silver-gray tailored suit he wore exuded an air of

It was Henrik.

a rare world collector’s

but I’ll take care of you too!” Henrik’s gaze cut through him, cold and unwavering. “Take care of me? I’d love to see how you intend to

the bald man’s wrist, and in an instant, it snapped with an audible crack, as if it

down his forehead. His gaze was locked on his shattered wrist, his eyes wide with both terror and torment. Henrik stood tall and commanding, radiating an aura of

anticipated such brutality from him, snapping the bald man’s wrist without hesitation, right in front of everyone. Still, there was no denying that his