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.

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

off her hand just like

cut off, delivering a devastating blow to

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 can you repay my kindness with enmity? And even if you hate me, you can’t deny the fact that the Evans family raised you. Now, you want the family to come up with fifty million. Isn’t that forcing them to sell everything

the face of Sloane’s cunning questioning, Khloe’s eyes remained emotionless. “Have you said enough? If so,

owe them a single thing. The patents for the drugs they’ve used, all of them, are mine. Over the years, the profits from those alone have surpassed a billion dollars. That sum could have supported hundreds of people like me. I owe nothing to the Evans family. In fact, it’s important to note that more than half of what the Evans family spends today comes from the patents

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

of fiction at

two in bed, forcing me to witness your shameful relationship. You tried to claim it was an accident, that you were drugged and that Eric had no choice but to help you. Yet, you flaunted your so-called love for Eric at every opportunity, even going to the extreme of attempting

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 around. As a result, Eric shoved