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.”

the skills to match Khloe’s. Of course Khloe stepped in—she had every right! Let’s not forget that in the finals of that prestigious medical competition, Sloane ranked below Khloe. Facts don’t

loyal following, and her fans now rallied in her defense, locking horns with Sloane’s

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

Skyla turned to Khloe, desperation etched into her features. “Khloe, I’m sorry about before. Please, let it go. Let

with triumph as she

Her voice was icy as she declared, “If anything goes wrong, don’t say I didn’t warn

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attention shifted to others in need, and she turned to the tent to prepare for

team arrived at the camp from the edge of the island. Without hesitation, Khloe stepped in to assist, hauling surgical equipment and medicines into the temporary tent. When she effortlessly lifted a surgical bed that weighed nearly fifty pounds with one hand, the medical

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. But her efforts brought no relief. Skyla’s pain only