Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 657:

Whitney could feel it—success was agonizingly close. Just one more step, and she could revolutionize medicine, cementing herself as the ultimate authority in genetic research. How could she just give up?

For three years, she had operated in the shadows, exploiting countless unsuspecting individuals as test subjects—people dragged into her web, utterly unaware of their grim fates.

When Khloe was finally released and became Henrik’s fiancée, Whitney’s first thought had been to separate her from Henrik. She knew Henrik’s loyalty to Khloe would be an obstacle, especially if he discovered her cruel experiments. However, as time went on, she began to see something more valuable. Khloe wasn’t just a rival; her unique physiology and brilliance made her the ideal experimental subject.

The temptation proved too great. Whitney plotted carefully, and today, her scheming had paid off. She had successfully manipulated Khloe into walking willingly into her laboratory—right into her trap.

“Don’t dress it up as some noble cause,” Khloe said, cutting through Whitney’s façade. Her voice was steady, sharp. “You’re not trying to save lives. You want glory. You crave recognition as an untouchable deity in the medical world. For your selfish ambitions…”

the angel

veneer of altruism crumbling. “Innocent people? Their lives were a small

were victims—helpless individuals sourced through illegal channels. When they died, Whitney dismissed them as failures, obstacles in her pursuit of greatness. And for those who survived? Their

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never allowed her victims any semblance of

you doesn’t deserve to be

chilling. “History is written by the victors, and I’ll be remembered as a legend

out, cold and triumphant, as she raised her hands and clapped sharply. From the shadows, her subordinates emerged, encircling Khloe with a precision that spoke of premeditation. Gloria instinctively stepped forward, shielding

you behave and accept your role as my

tone was laced with icy disdain. “Whitney, it’s not me who should be afraid of punishment—it’s you.” She wasn’t going to