Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 677:

Two months ago, in the lab, Khloe had laid the trap. Whitney, oblivious at the time, had stepped right into it. That mistake wouldn’t happen again. She refused to be manipulated a second time. Nor would she ever admit to what she had done.

Khloe saw through her defenses instantly. A small, knowing chuckle escaped her lips before her expression hardened, her eyes cold and sharp. “I’m not bluffing. I have proof.”

Then she pulled out her phone, activating the projection mode in the visiting room. An image flickered onto the screen. An elderly woman appeared, her face etched with time.

The moment Whitney’s eyes landed on her, she stiffened. The confidence drained from her face, replaced by sheer panic. Her breath caught, and before she could stop herself, she shot to her feet.

“No. That’s impossible! This has to be fake.”

widened her eyes as she stared at the woman’s familiar features. A violent shudder ran through her, her head shaking frantically as she muttered,

her. Because she knew the truth. The woman in the projection—Fatima Riley—had once worked under her. Fatima

certain that Fatima would never speak again. She had injected her with gene-collapsing viruses, watched as the life drained from her, then had her body discarded into

should have been dead. So how was she standing

remained eerily calm. “You can decide for yourself after

thrill at g

Her voice, layered with bitterness and quiet sorrow, echoed through the room. “Ms. Dayton, it’s been a long time. I never imagined we’d

you really think I’d believe something fabricated with holographic technology? This is a

a dry, knowing laugh. “Ms. Dayton, do you remember what you once told me? You said Henrik’s mother should feel honored to contribute to the Dayton family’s genetic research. That with her personality, she would undoubtedly agree. I asked if you had discussed it with her. You assured me you would. But the truth? You never did. She believed Henrik was still too young. She wanted time to watch him grow, to see him marry, to

to hold on to, she clung to life. Back then, Henrik’s mother’s greatest