Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 512

Chapter 512:

As everyone kept guessing about Khloe and Henrik’s relationship, Giuliana could feel her anger building up.

Khloe was a sly one. In such a short time, who knew what tricks she’d pulled to win Henrik over and get him to defend her? She was maddening!

Fuming with rage, Giuliana shot a glare at Henrik and snapped, “Lone Wolf, you may be the instructor, but you’re just a survival instructor. Whether Khloe cheated isn’t up to you. Stay out of this!”

At first, Giuliana had hoped to charm Henrik, maybe even flirt a little. If she could win his attention, she could enjoy his good looks and strong build for a while. But now, that plan was out the window. Whether she flirted with Henrik or not, one thing was certain—Khloe had to go.

“Mr. Wallace, you have to remove Khloe from the show!” Giuliana turned to Hurley, her voice cold with threat. “The livestream is supposed to be about survival, not about flirting with men and using them to get by. If this airs, the show’s reputation will be ruined, and I won’t be part of it with someone like her!” Her words sparked an immediate uproar. Giuliana had thrown down the gauntlet, and she wasn’t just all talk—backed by Ivy Entertainment, one of the top three companies, and a star from their roster, she had real power over the show.

guest, someone he’d personally invited. It would be rude to kick her off before the show had even wrapped

threats flew, she couldn’t help herself. She laughed coldly. “You think using a

moment her words left her mouth, Khloe effortlessly set the bow aside, holding just an arrow. Without hesitation, she flicked it forward with ease. The arrow shot forward like a bullet, its sharp

was frozen in terror, unable to move

your destination for

its icy gleam, the arrow zipped past Giuliana’s right

pearl earring Giuliana was wearing cracked with a loud

wasn’t even

the earring—it kept going, hitting the bull’s eye of the target dead center

eyes locked in disbelief on the trembling arrow in the

kind of archery

unaware of the astonished crowd as she grabbed an arrow from each of the seven quivers.

through the air filled the space, each one hitting the bull’s eye with pinpoint accuracy. Her

smirk tugging at her lips. “Seven arrows, all bull’s-eyes. I