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.

Alan stared down at him with contempt. “Is that the best you can do? How dare you lust after our boss’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 under someone’s control. Would she

shouting, “Be quiet! You shouldn’t call our boss’s fiancée by

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

remains unaware,” Henrik said, pointing the

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as he realized Henrik’s murderous intent. A wave of terror rushed over him, and he regretted his rash actions. He shouldn’t have let his jealousy spill out so carelessly, especially

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

and emotionless. His eyes were frozen, offering no hint of compassion as he locked his gaze on Eric,

cared for blood relations, nor did he see the Watson family as his own. Anyone who stood

on the trigger, steady and

beg for his life, but

was about to fire, a sharp, urgent ringtone broke

brow furrowed in irritation, a flicker of impatience crossing his face. He lowered the gun and pulled out his phone. When he saw his father’s name on the screen,