Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 548

Chapter 548:

Many online viewers sided with Sloane. After all, wasn’t Sloane a top student at Zhecrora University? What right did Khloe have to undermine her? And Sloane was only trying to help. Fans who supported Sloane and Eric as a pair were furious, their anger spilling over as they hurled insults at Khloe.

“Khloe’s so arrogant! Sure, she’s skilled, but can’t she set aside her ego when someone’s life is on the line?”

“She’s probably just doing this to impress Eric. She wants him to see how far she’s come, to make him regret losing her.”

“Honestly, Khloe’s unbearable. Some people think she’s a perfect match for Henrik, but they clearly have no standards.”

Khloe’s fans didn’t hold back as they fired back in the comments.

“Sloane’s fans are so clueless. Do they even think before they speak? Khloe isn’t petty—if she were, she wouldn’t have risked her life fighting off wolves to save others.”

had every right! Let’s

had won her a loyal following, and her fans now rallied in her

the island camp, Skyla’s face twisted in pain, her body weakened by the spreading poison. She knew little of Khloe’s capabilities and assumed her strength was just physical. She believed Khloe’s earlier success in neutralizing snake venom had been sheer luck. To her, Khloe’s stern words now seemed like a thinly veiled attempt to punish her for backing Giuliana

into her features. “Khloe, I’m sorry about before. Please, let it go. Let Sloane treat me. I trust

you hear that?” Sloane’s voice rang out, tinged with triumph as she shot

twisted into a cold smirk. Her voice was icy as she declared, “If anything goes wrong,

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that the poison had spread beyond Skyla’s leg, attacking her internal organs. A simple antidote wouldn’t be enough. But since they were determined to proceed, Khloe didn’t argue further. She stepped back,

and she turned to the tent

the temporary tent. When she effortlessly lifted a surgical bed that weighed nearly fifty pounds with one hand, the medical workers froze mid-step, wide-eyed in astonishment. They

antidote spray and tied a tourniquet just above Skyla’s wound. With steady hands, she made two precise cuts near the bite, hoping to let the poisoned blood flow out.