Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 408

Chapter 408:

Never in his wildest dreams did he think the man he had been boasting about as his supposed backer would be right before him. His thoughts scattered until Henrik’s piercing, ice-cold gaze pulled him back. Dropping to his knees, Cristian apologized frantically, “Mr. Watson, I didn’t know. I made a mistake. Please, have mercy!”

Henrik’s voice was measured, yet each word carried a razor-sharp edge. “Who told you to target Khloe? Admit it now, and I’ll leave your body in one piece.”

Cristian felt his strength drain away under Henrik’s suffocating presence. But the warning from his employer rang in his ears—confess, and he’d be dead. If he played it off as an accident, Henrik, with his strict sense of justice, might simply rough him up instead.

Balancing his options, Cristian chose to feign innocence, his voice breaking with sobs. “Mr. Watson, it wasn’t intentional! I’d been drinking with the driver, and he owed me…”

Money. He lashed out to blow off steam—I had no idea it’d hurt your woman! I swear, I’m not guilty.”

“Not guilty?” Henrik murmured, a dark chuckle echoing through the dim room. A sinister gleam flickered in his eyes as his lips curled into a menacing smile. He raised a delicate, curved knife, spinning it lightly between his fingers.

grimace, Henrik

as Cristian’s eyeball ruptured, his scream piercing the

untouched, with only a faint smear of blood on

expressions betraying their

writhing beneath him. “Alan, handle it yourself. Use your blade, and make sure

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he could disappear into thin air. Despite the searing pain in his eye, he

fixed on the merciless scene. He wouldn’t feel even a shred of relief until the blood of

cost, he would never let anyone harm or take Khloe

happening, Khloe opened the door. The scene that greeted her froze her

at his feet. His black suit merged with the suffocating shadows of the room, making him look

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his eyes as he spotted Khloe standing in the doorway. “Khloe, what are you doing

servants away, hoping for a quiet evening alone with