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.

to speak. “Khloe, the

she could finish, a loud bang shattered the air. A silenced bullet sliced through

was standing right beside the

the bullet hit Sloane, not only would the evidence be lost, but her virus-infected blood would

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

was right in

impossible

been aiming for Henrik

Henrik’s forehead, its intensity so tangible that even Khloe felt its searing heat beside him, Henrik moved with remarkable speed, his body twisting to the side

behind him, leaving a deep, jagged hole. Before they could even react, another barrage of bullets tore through the broken

they both scanned the trajectory of the incoming fire. With a shared glance, they identified

desperate