Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 481

Chapter 481:

Henrik, his face concealed by the mask, paused for a brief moment, giving Khloe a meaningful look before stepping forward. Then, like a bullet fired from a gun, he shot towards Conroy with unrelenting speed. The bodyguards on stage scrambled to stop him, but Henrik passed them effortlessly, like a shadow slipping through their grasp.

By the time Conroy finished his tirade, Henrik was upon him, skillfully twisting the wrist of the hand that dared to point at Khloe. A sharp crack echoed as Conroy’s arm dislocated, forcing a howl of pain from his throat.

Henrik’s left arm moved with surgical precision, his elbow slicing into Conroy’s abdomen with the force of a blade. Henrik seized Conroy by the collar, hoisting him with ease. His right hand locked around Conroy’s throat like a steel clamp, leaving him powerless and groaning faintly in pain.

Henrik’s movements were rapid and calculated, radiating an icy brutality that left the entire hall breathless in stunned disbelief.

Khloe had given the order to take down Conroy. The way Henrik carried out his actions—brutally and decisively—made it clear that both Conroy and Khloe now harbored deep grudges against each other.

surprised by the scene, stepped forward,

Mayor, with powerful allies. By openly challenging him, you’re

his gaze, her determination unwavering. “Mr. Smith, if I back down now, I’ll never have peace. He tried to have me killed today, and he should have known there would be consequences. I’m not someone who can be pushed around. No matter

The hall is full of people from all over. Once this gets out, it’ll cause a

to get caught up in this, but he kept forcing me into a

fury, but his throat was clenched, making it impossible for him to speak. All

unmoved by the chaos around him. He kept his iron grip on Conroy, silently awaiting Khloe’s

platform, walking towards Conroy, her smile dazzling. He continued to glare at her, but when she spoke next, her words struck him like a

“Mr. Dayton, do you think no one notices the scent of M37 on you?

wide,

desk and tapped it against Conroy’s cheek. “Don’t assume I have no proof. Every action leaves a mark. Mr. Dayton, you might not be aware, but my skills in hacking are quite sharp. Take the woman you’ve been seeing, for example. She’s rather attractive, wouldn’t you agree? She’s at least ten years younger than you. How do you think your wife would react if she

any glimmer of hope he had vanished. He turned to her, a silent plea in