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.

joke. And let’s not forget, I’m a medical student. Your unhealthy appearance screams health problems. You might want to

and the bald man. Her eyes

popping on his forehead. “Bitch! How dare you speak

sudden turn of events, but those nearby watched with amusement, showing no sign of wanting to intervene. Clinton was too far away to react quickly

Khloe’s face. Just in the nick of time, a firm hand clamped down on the man’s wrist, stopping it just

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the newcomer, a man so stunningly handsome that the mere sight of

eyes gave him the look of a finely chiseled sculpture. The silver-gray tailored suit he wore exuded an air of

It was Henrik.

Rolls-Royce, a rare world collector’s edition, had come to a smooth stop just in

rage. “Let go of me, or not only will I hit this woman, but I’ll take care of you too!” Henrik’s gaze cut through him, cold and unwavering. “Take care

he applied a sharp pressure to the bald man’s wrist, and in an instant, it snapped with an audible crack, as if it were nothing more

his forehead. His gaze was locked on his shattered wrist, his eyes

without hesitation, right in