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.”

was soft yet firm. “Pardon me. I need to borrow this stage a bit longer to

His wide-eyed stare was fixed on her. Could

confusion, a torrent

and the acclaimed writer, Snowpear. She could retire, living the high life without lifting a finger. As long as she stays quiet

online crowd, almost unanimously agreeing that Khloe was wrecking her reputation. In today’s world,

tales

“Khloe has been to prison”—that was the kind

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

her own fate the moment

masked it with a show of outrage.

thought she was still the same person, acting out of desperation without any evidence to back

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 that every vibrant color in my paintings was a reflection of the outside world, crafted from the confines of my imagination. While I used my creativity to mark the passage of time, those colors were my way of reminding myself that I was still here. That my world wasn’t limited