Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 447

Chapter 447:

While Eric spoke, Khloe chuckled lightly. Her eyes, devoid of any emotion, stared at Eric.

Her gaze sent a chill down Eric’s spine. Those eyes were so strikingly beautiful. But as he stared into them for too long, they became terrifying.

It was the look of someone in power looking down on small fry.

Eric was confused. How could Khloe, his former fiancée, look at him like that? At this moment, he felt like an invisible hand had slapped him across the face, overwhelmed by shame. His earlier plea for leniency on Sloane’s behalf now felt utterly insignificant, even pitiful. Under Khloe’s gaze, his words were reduced to desperate murmurings, like the pleadings of a beggar. He felt extremely humbled. This feeling made Eric incredibly uncomfortable. He blinked and stepped back, shaking off Sloane’s hand.

were in the wrong first, you should follow Khloe’s advice. After

just like that. He even

businesses to be secretly cut off, delivering a devastating blow to their enterprise. The fifty million was an astronomical sum. Sloane couldn’t

glared at Khloe with eyes burning with defiance and desperation, and snapped, “Khloe, do you really have to be so merciless? You clearly know that the Evans family’s business suffered a huge blow because of you. Even if you don’t like me, my intentions are for your own good. How

emotionless. “Have you said enough?

but let me set the record straight. I don’t owe them a single thing. The patents for the drugs they’ve used, all of them, are mine. Over the years, the profits from

cool glass as she took a delicate sip. “Furthermore, your mother, as nothing more than a mistress, schemed to push my mother out of the picture and take control of her company. From what I know, that company is the only profitable industry left for the Evans family. You live your lavish life, using the profits from my mother’s company, yet you have the audacity to blame me for the Evans family’s downfall. Meanwhile, you and your mother worked together to strip me of my title as the rightful heiress, expelling me from the family entirely. So, let’s be clear—I am no longer

the world of fiction

course, you might try to argue that your mother was the mastermind behind all of this and that you had no part in it. But let’s not pretend that you were innocent. Three years ago, you had an affair with Eric. You even sent me intimate photos of you two in bed, forcing me to witness your shameful relationship. You tried to claim it was an accident, that

you could have him, you begged me to change my mind. You cried and pleaded, but then, on my wedding day, you had the audacity to spread vile photos of me, claiming I was sleeping