Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 230

Chapter 230:

Overwhelmed with despair, Lisbeth’s gaze settled on Khloe’s composed expression, fueling her bitter jealousy and hatred. Unable to hold back, she screamed, “Mr. Watson! With your status, Khloe doesn’t deserve you. Don’t you know she’s a conniving cheat who betrayed Eric and is only with you for your power and money? She’s heartless, ungrateful, and will do whatever it takes to get what she wants!”

The crowd exchanged uneasy glances as Lisbeth’s accusations brought Eric to mind.

Eric had been infatuated with Khloe since their high school days, tirelessly chasing her for years. He had finally won her over, only for her to cheat on him with many men, making him a laughingstock at their wedding.

After her release from prison, Khloe found Henrik as her fiancé, leaving many to label her as heartless and unappreciative. After all, emotions weren’t something one could simply turn off. Khloe’s sudden change felt far too abrupt, almost unnatural.

Lisbeth’s previous allegations about Khloe allegedly seducing a teacher replayed in their minds, causing a wave of dubious glances to land on her.

if Khloe had managed to snag someone extraordinary, she was determined to drive a wedge between them, sowing enough doubt to make him walk away. Jada observed the chaos with barely

Khloe already explained that those pictures with other men were fake, and the teacher story

over them, her eyes cold and laced with mockery. She tilted her chin ever so slightly, her

gasped collectively. No one anticipated Khloe would brazenly admit to the

And no, I don’t love you. I just admire your good

stories

stunned by

close ally of the President, someone with immense power and influence. Yet, here was Khloe, boldly laying out her ambition and self-assurance without a hint of hesitation, right in

her bluntness. But beneath the shock, a flicker of excitement sparked

instead of anger, the man before them—striking, almost unreal—leaned in closer, as if he were drawn to

are pleased,” Henrik whispered, his voice a mix of solemnity

spellbound by his gaze. Without thinking twice, she leaned forward and kissed Henrik, right there

of spring. Her hands moved instinctively, wrapping around Henrik’s neck, her fingers threading through his hair,

deepen the kiss, his eyes filled