Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 379

Chapter 379:

Sloane knelt on the floor, gagging uncontrollably, but it was no use. The powder dissolved the moment she swallowed it, making it impossible for her to spit it out.

Sloane looked up, her calm facade cracking, and shouted, “Khloe, what did you make me swallow?”

“This is the so-called proof you say shows I was cheating. Since you think something’s off about it, why don’t you try it for yourself?” Khloe stared at Sloane with a cold, emotionless gaze, making sure to emphasize every word. “Don’t worry; it’s poison. In three minutes, you’ll be dead for sure.”

Khloe’s shocking words sent a ripple of stunned silence through the crowd, as every eye locked on the unfolding drama.

Sloane’s face contorted in panic, her mouth opening and closing in a futile attempt to rid herself of the ingested toxin. Her efforts were useless. “Khloe, you’ve lost your mind! Murdering me will land you in prison, you fool!” Sloane shouted, her voice slicing through the silence with raw fear.

to react. Charlotte and Sylvie shared a look of disbelief, puzzled by Khloe’s extreme measures yet doubting

face creased with concern as she cried out, “Khloe, what on earth are you doing? No grievance justifies killing. You must find a way to help

on the floor. Her voice was calm but cutting as she said, “Sloane, this is your own doing.

in the venue grew even more charged after Khloe’s

in her eyes. Sitting on the floor, clutching her abdomen, she murmured, “You’re making this up;

Sloane. “Why would I fabricate such a story? You’ve orchestrated my imprisonment before, turning my existence into a living hell. And now, you’ve

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fingers dug mercilessly into Sloane’s shoulder, pressing firmly on a sensitive spot near her scapula. “Does your stomach ache? It’s excruciating, isn’t it? That’s

streamed down her cheeks, and she convulsed on the floor, yelling desperately, “Khloe, this isn’t right! I was wrong to frame you. Please, I don’t

stoic, her grip firm, her eyes as cold as ice as she

space, and tampered with my experiments. You’ve turned my

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this action. If she dies, you’ll face