Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 577:

Khloe, reading the situation with ease, gave a sharp, knowing smile. “Aren’t you the ones who started this? You’re trying to back out now because I’ve already won the first two rounds, and it’s obvious the next two are stacked in my favor. You’re putting on this show of generosity, pretending you’re doing me a favor, but deep down, you’re just scared of the humiliation that comes with losing. What a joke!”

Khloe revealed their plot without hesitation, her cold laugh piercing the heavy atmosphere. “From the moment Sheri invited me here, this has been nothing but a setup. This entire competition was rigged—a deliberate attempt to trap me, planned down to the smallest detail by Sheri and everyone else involved. If I really were the helpless, decorative accessory you’ve all painted me to be, relying on Henrik to survive, I’d have been crushed under your humiliation today. You would’ve called me weak, incapable of handling the pressure, and claimed I quit because I couldn’t compete. But let’s not pretend this wasn’t a carefully planned ambush from the start. A draw? Knowing when to stop? Why should I give an ounce of consideration to people who’ve tried to destroy me? Let me be crystal clear—there’s only one outcome here: you lose, and Naomi will walk away naked!”

Her voice carried an unshakable confidence, and her icy glare left no room for argument.

The garden fell into stunned silence. Khloe’s words hit like a hammer, silencing every whisper and drawing every eye.

“She’s absolutely right. This competition isn’t over yet!” A steady voice suddenly rang out.

The guards parted as members of the Dayton family stepped forward. At the front stood Eric, his eyes fixed on Khloe, filled with a mixture of respect and admiration. Unmistakable awe flickered in his eyes.

possessed such boundless talent—medicine, archery, cooking, and now, mastery over these refined arts.

brilliance. It was regality incarnate. Khloe’s competence rendered

that had broken the silence belonged to

with unwavering pride, his gaze speaking volumes. That pride—deep and unrestrained—was hers alone. This

expression remained unreadable, her thoughts carefully shielded behind an

led by Sheri, scrambled to their feet, flustered by Henrik’s

rigid, her hands balling into fists at her sides as panic simmered beneath her composed

her status, ensuring the men would witness Khloe’s downfall. Never had she

of pressuring Naomi into accepting the bet now churned in Sheri’s mind, leaving her visibly unsettled. Forcing a

about the time you were forcing Khloe into

her mouth opening and closing in