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.

impressive? To me, you’re nothing 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

space between herself and the bald man. Her eyes flashed with disdain, as though she

“Bitch! How dare you speak to me like that!” He raised his hand, ready to slap

of events, but those nearby watched with amusement, showing

the nick of time, a firm hand clamped down

new favorite

man so stunningly handsome that the mere sight of him seemed

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

It was Henrik.

by the crowd, a gleaming silver Rolls-Royce, a rare world collector’s edition, had come to a smooth stop just in

bald man froze, his face twisting with rage. “Let go of me, or not only will I hit this woman, but I’ll take care of you too!”

second thought, he applied a sharp pressure to the bald man’s wrist, and in an instant, it snapped

gaze was locked on his shattered wrist, his eyes wide with both terror and torment. Henrik stood tall and commanding, radiating an aura of authority so intense it

the bald man’s wrist without hesitation, right in front of everyone.