Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 628:

Sloane survived not by chance, but because Khloe and Henrik had foreseen this attack. Knowing that the Dayton family would come for her, they made sure she wouldn’t lose her life—not just yet.

But while she escaped death, she couldn’t escape the agony of her existence. Now alive, Sloane would live each day in fear, knowing that death could strike at any moment. On top of that, she was tortured by the virus, facing a life far worse than death itself.

When Khloe and Henrik stepped into the ICU, Sloane’s eyes snapped open, locking onto them. Her gaze was full of raw, desperate yearning—her arms outstretched towards them.

In that moment, Sloane was full of regret.

She had once believed that the situation wasn’t as dire as Khloe had made it seem. She had thought the Dayton family wouldn’t risk exposing their involvement to attack her. But ever since Khloe had left the visiting room, Sloane had found herself on the receiving end of one unexpected assassination attempt after another.

Though pain ravaged her body, Sloane was unwilling to let go. She clung to life, desperately wanting to marry into the Watson family. Khloe watched Sloane from the foot of the bed, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Sloane, where’s the evidence?”

Khloe was here for one thing only: the evidence that Whitney was behind her imprisonment.

struggled to speak.

air. A silenced bullet sliced through the window

right beside

the evidence be lost, but her virus-infected

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the incoming bullet, the two colliding with a crack of sheer accuracy. But the danger wasn’t over. Another

right in front of

impossible to

aiming for

tangible that even Khloe felt its searing heat beside him, Henrik moved with remarkable speed, his body twisting to the

whizzed past him, grazing his cheek and slicing a lock of hair before embedding itself into the wall behind him, leaving a deep, jagged hole. Before they could even react, another barrage of bullets tore through the broken window, aiming to

both scanned the trajectory of the incoming fire. With a shared glance, they identified a vulnerable spot and, without hesitation,

desperate screams, each cry laced with