Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 307

Chapter 307:

“Yes, I ordered it. What are you going to do about it? I’m the heiress of the Ruiz family. The President is my uncle. If you lay a hand on me, you’ll regret it…”

Before Erma could finish her words, Khloe, uninterested in hearing more, marched forward and slapped her across the face three times in rapid succession.

The sheer strength behind those three slaps was undeniable. One blow even dislodged a tooth from Erma’s mouth, leaving her tasting blood.

With each unrelenting slap Khloe delivered, the entire banquet hall was plunged into an uneasy silence. All eyes in the room turned to Khloe, their expressions filled with shock and incredulity.

Did she not hear? Didn’t she hear Erma mention that she was the President’s niece?

The audience was caught between astonishment and confusion.

was just Henrik’s date. What could have driven her to defy

slapped Erma’s face in front of

good as showing outright

pain but from the public humiliation Khloe had inflicted on her.

mouth and charged at Khloe. A slim dagger emerged from the folds of her gown, slicing towards

rippled through the crowd. No one had imagined Erma would be bold enough to draw a dagger and attack Khloe in such a setting. Chaos erupted as people in the banquet hall quickly backed

finished!” Baylee exclaimed, her voice trembling with

dagger aimed for Khloe’s face, Khloe moved with lightning speed, sidestepping effortlessly to

struck Erma’s wrist like a steel bar, her purple gown swirling beautifully

“crack” echoed through the room as Erma’s wrist dislocated,

with pain and terror as her earlier rage melted away. She crumpled to the floor, cradling her dislocated wrist while the dagger lay abandoned beside her. The sight left every guest rooted

It was absolutely unbelievable!

attack on Khloe had happened in the blink of an eye,

even process what was happening, Khloe had effortlessly turned the tables, subduing Erma with nothing but her bare hands. Her combat skills were

on the floor, Erma’s groans of pain echoed in the quiet room. Staring at her injured wrist, she couldn’t mask the