Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 669:

One was her lover. The other, her mother. No matter whom Khloe chose, the consequences would be irreversible.

What would she do?

Whitney’s lips curled into a sneer. “Henrik, you’re bending over backward for her, but do you even realize what you’re doing? You’re practically signing your own death sentence. If she truly cares about you, she’d never let you take that risk—your condition is far too complex. Besides, you’re not the only one here who can be the test subject. You’re volunteering to be the test subject, conveniently sparing herself from making the tough choice. But what about her? What will she do? Will she let you walk into danger? Why are you doing this?”

Her words dripped with calculated malice, each one designed to wedge a rift between Henrik and Khloe.

If Khloe accepted Henrik as the test subject, it would mean she valued Laura over him, proving to everyone that her love had limits.

But if she chose Laura instead, it would mean she was willing to risk her mother’s life for Henrik. If anything happened to Laura, it would cause an even greater rift between Henrik and Khloe.

chose, the outcome would

was savoring her moment, confident she had backed Khloe into a corner. But her smirk faded when Henrik

you really think you have the right to

had shown Whitney respect—not only because she was his aunt but because his late mother had pleaded with him to look after her. But that was before. Too much had happened.

𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆

makes, it’ll be because she’s considered every possibility. She isn’t choosing out of favoritism. And even if she does put

all, from the very start, Khloe’s goal had been to cure Laura. That was why she had thrown herself

calm and unshaken. His next words carried a quiet finality and deep affection.

like a shadow. The past few days had taken their toll,

she simply stared

the corners of his lips lifting into a teasing smirk. “What’s this? You can’t bear to do it, can you? If that’s the case, why don’t you give me a kiss first? Maybe then, I’ll