Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 594:

“But Khloe didn’t even touch her! If Khloe really killed her, how could she have done it?”

Khloe watched the confusion unfold in the crowd, a mocking glint dancing in her eyes as she spoke again. “If I truly wanted to kill someone, I would leave no trace—no evidence, not even a whisper of what happened.”

The crowd trembled, their fear of her growing. Khloe had become a madwoman in their eyes, too terrifying to challenge, too dangerous to provoke. Just then, a harsh, furious roar cut through the air:

“Khloe, you must pay the price for killing the Dayton family’s people!”

The moment Whitney appeared at the entrance of the auction hall, dressed in a sharp lady’s suit, the room seemed to freeze. Her gaze was as cold as ice, laced with clear disapproval as she made her way toward Khloe.

Normally, any woman would wither under Whitney’s commanding presence, unable to stand her ground. But Khloe was far from ordinary.

As Sheri and her accomplice moved in earlier, Khloe had already caught a glimpse of Whitney standing at the entrance from the corner of her eye. Now, as Whitney stepped forward, Khloe’s lips curled into a sharp, fearless smile. “Ms. Dayton, you should know the real murderer is someone else. But now, you remain silent about the true killer and instead keep accusing me of crimes I didn’t commit.”

of shock

looked horrified, their voices low with confusion and fear.

that Sheri actually killed

from such a prestigious family, couldn’t possibly do something

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crowd murmured in disbelief, Sheri’s face contorted with rage and surprise. Khloe’s accusation had hit too close to home, and Sheri’s shock

she quickly regained her composure, shooting Khloe a disapproving look. “Khloe,

someone in the crowd chimed in, convinced they

helpless. “Even if you’re jealous of me, you can’t just make up such a story. You’re

her eyes, making her

I’ve never had an issue with who I am. It’s you who desires my place as

lost interest

auction hall’s large projection screen flickered to life, displaying a crisp

yet hidden room—instantly recognizable

striking red evening gown, coldly instructing a woman to do her bidding.