Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 616:

Her plan had been simple. If the writing turned out poorly, she could accuse Khloe of masquerading as Snowpear. After all, how else could someone so talented suddenly produce such subpar work?

No explanation Khloe offered would have sufficed, leaving Snowpear’s reputation in tatters and her name marred by disgrace.

But Sloane had never anticipated that Khloe could truly be Snowpear, and her creative process remained untouched by any outside influence. A sudden wave of unease washed over her, warning that staying any longer could lead to disastrous outcomes.

Without hesitation, she began inching off the stage, attempting to slip away unnoticed.

Khloe, however, caught the movement instantly. Her tone remained steady as she addressed her. “Sloane, I’ve cleared my name. Now, it’s your turn.”

The color drained from Sloane’s face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

tucked her phone into the discreet pocket of her dress, her gaze turning to the host. Her voice was soft yet firm. “Pardon me. I need to

like a bombshell. His wide-eyed stare was fixed on her. Could Snowpear’s “personal

flooded with confusion,

grave. She’s the elusive painter, White, and the acclaimed writer, Snowpear. She could retire, living the high life without lifting a finger. As long as she stays quiet about her prison time, the public would let it slip. But now, she’s the one bringing it up. Does she believe her

of the online crowd, almost unanimously agreeing that Khloe was wrecking her reputation. In today’s world, entertainment reigned supreme. The truth hardly mattered; what matters was the narrative people

tales on

to prison”—that was the kind of

that Khloe would be reckless enough to mention such a scandalous topic. She inwardly cursed Khloe for being

sealed her own fate the moment she

masked it with a show of outrage. “Khloe, I’ll grant you your talent. But talent and

was evident to Khloe. She knew without a doubt that Sloane thought she was still the same person,

you know that during those years, no new work was released. It wasn’t because, as some had speculated, my creativity had run dry. The truth was far simpler—I lost my freedom. Meanwhile, White’s identity grew more famous. Everyone assumed it was all part of a deliberate mystery. But what they didn’t know was that I couldn’t face the public during that time. They didn’t realize