Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 409

Chapter 409:

Khloe’s question was simple, but it struck Henrik like a thunderbolt. “He was the one who hired someone to run you over. I was just…” Henrik began, trying to explain and stay calm. However, his eyes betrayed a hint of panic. The man who had radiated authority and dominance like the king of hell just moments ago now stood before Khloe like a stray dog caught in the rain. He looked pitiful and vulnerable.

Henrik couldn’t continue. It was only now that he realized how important Khloe was to him. If she couldn’t accept him because of this and decided to leave, he couldn’t imagine the consequences.

“You are killing someone.” Khloe’s voice was calm. So calm that it was a bit eerie. She walked toward Henrik step by step, ignoring the blood under her feet. As she stepped on the blood, her pristine white slippers were instantly stained crimson. She stopped in front of him.

Khloe looked up, her cold, unyielding eyes locking onto Henrik’s. He met her gaze, his usual composure replaced by uneasiness. The murderous intent in his eyes slowly faded, his long eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks.

moment, there was only one thing in Henrik’s mind. If Khloe’s disdain for his bloodthirsty side drove her away, he would ensure she couldn’t escape him, no matter the

in the eye, smiling mysteriously. Finally, he replied, “Yes, I am.

“Yes.”

and fierce. His eyes burned with a dangerous mix of anger

she knew that when she stepped into

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was no trace of excitement or thrill on his face. Instead, there was only a

hated this act. But it had become his instinctive way of

odds. She hated violence and killing the most, so she should have detested Henrik. That was what her mind told her. But, in contrast, her heart

recognized the tangled mess of emotions in her chest. She

face remained unchanged. His eyes, however, lacked any warmth. He slowly raised his hand and gently touched Khloe’s neck. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let you see this. It smells awful here; you should leave first. I’ll clean this up and join you.” As he spoke, his hand subtly pressed against a vital point on her neck. A

Henrik’s other hand that hung by his side, holding it gently in her palm. “Your mistake