Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 392

Chapter 392:

With a soft click, the door of Henrik’s car swung open, revealing his striking visage. His look was cold as he cast his eyes downward. “Eric, you dare to call my man a lapdog? You’ve become quite audacious.”

As Henrik entered the scene, Eric’s blood ran cold. It felt like the gaze of a predator was fixed on him, causing a spine-tingling fear.

“Uncle Henrik, I was unaware that he’s under your command. My apologies; that was an unintended comment,” Eric said, managing a tense smile toward Henrik. “It seems there’s been a little mix-up.”

“A mix-up?” Henrik’s response was cold and mocking.

“Beat him.” At Henrik’s command, Alan moved quickly, delivering a harsh blow to Eric’s face. The sound of the impact echoed, Eric’s head snapping back from the force, eliciting a sharp cry of pain as he fell to the ground.

Considering that Eric was part of the Watson family, Alan’s punch was restrained. However, it was still forceful enough to inflict significant pain on Eric.

agony on the ground, Alan stared down at him with contempt. “Is that the best you can do? How dare you lust after our boss’s

Eric’s mouth as he grew pale, looking up at Henrik with a look of bitter accusation. “Uncle Henrik, this is too much. Aren’t I permitted to come here as Khloe’s schoolmate? Khloe detests being

after Eric spoke, Alan struck him again, shouting, “Be quiet! You shouldn’t call our

his eyes narrowing dangerously. In a smooth, deliberate motion, he pulled out a gun,

unaware,” Henrik

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widened in shock as he realized Henrik’s murderous intent. A wave of terror rushed over him, and he regretted his rash actions. He shouldn’t have

can’t kill me! I’m your nephew!” Eric’s voice shook as he clung to the last

late,” Henrik’s voice was chilling, like a death sentence, cold and emotionless. His eyes were frozen, offering no hint of compassion as he locked his gaze on Eric, as if he were already

relations, nor did he see the Watson family as his own.

on the

quivered as he tried to beg for his life, but it felt as

gun was about to fire, a sharp, urgent ringtone broke the heavy

the gun and pulled out his phone. When he