Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 582:

The Dayton family exchanged puzzled looks, trying to make sense of Naomi’s reaction. “What’s the matter? Is it that terrible?”

“Naomi, stop acting like a child. Calm down and explain yourself,” Lindy said, feeling a strange unease creeping over her. Something about Naomi’s reaction unsettled her deeply. She pushed through the crowd to see Khloe’s painting for herself.

She froze in place the moment her eyes landed on the artwork, her entire body tense. Her eyes lit up, and with a sudden burst of emotion, she exclaimed, “Khloe, I lost. I admit it—fair and square!”

What?

Had Lindy really said that? What kind of extraordinary painting had Khloe created to make Lindy—a celebrated painting prodigy—admit complete defeat so decisively? The Dayton family exchanged bewildered looks, their curiosity becoming unbearable. They couldn’t resist any longer and stepped forward, eager to see the painting that had shaken Lindy so profoundly. Cara was always quick to act.

Her wide eyes quivered with

be? How could Khloe have

bias or claim that Naomi had been mistaken. Yet, as she stood before the painting, she couldn’t bring herself

on the painting, a wave of shock swept through them. Their expressions, initially varied, soon aligned in a shared look of astonishment. In the end, they stood there, visibly shaken, unable to tear their gazes away. Even Henrik, who had mistrusted Khloe’s ability to navigate the competition, found his curiosity piqued by

to those who had yet to view it. The moment their eyes met the canvas, they felt a visceral jolt. It depicted a hauntingly realistic scene, an intricate fusion of

soft, floating clouds. The sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze seemed to drift through the

of

abandoned, crumbling building loomed, its skeletal structure steeped in decay. Shadows twisted and shifted unnaturally, casting an eerie aura over the space. Nearby, swaying trees resembled clawed hands reaching for the sky, their branches whispering of something cold

center of the room stood a thin woman, her body tightly wrapped in layers of fabric. Her face was a horrifying mask of ferocity. Then, the

eyes remained wide open, burning with unyielding resentment. Her face was frozen in a grimace of anger,

was just