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Henrik’s frown deepened as he pulled his arm free. His voice held a hurried edge. “Aunt, this can wait.” Khloe
was his priority right now.
Whitney's eyes flicked towards Khloe. Her hand fell to her side, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips. “You're
worried she’ll be bullied? With her skills, no one here stands a chance against her. | know you care about Khloe,
but sometimes, shielding her too much might stifle her. She might feel like your constant presence is holding her
back.”
Whitney stopped herself, then added in a low voice, “By the way, this is about your mother’s death.” Without
waiting for a response, she turned and walked away.
Henrik’s face hardened at her words. Any thought of ignoring her vanished. He had no choice now but to follow.
As he left, the young women turned their attention back to Khloe, their sneers growing sharper.
“Consider yourself lucky to even be invited to the birthday celebration. Don’t take it for granted,” one girl said,
crossing her arms as her gaze bore into Khloe.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKhloe recognized her—Margot Dayton, a rising star in the medical field.
“Exactly! Without Henrik, you wouldn't have even stepped into the Dayton family, let alone joined the birthday
celebration,” chimed in another girl, her mocking tone unmistakable.
This was Greta Dayton, from the main branch of the Dayton family, known for her fas a violinist. In public,
she radiated grace and nobility, the picture of a refined lady.
“Enough. Khloe is still a guest,” Sheri interjected. Turning to Khloe with an apologetic smile, she continued,
“Please don’t take them seriously, Khloe. They mean no harm. Feel free to do as you wish. It's no problem if you
choose not to join the birthday celebration.”
With a slight nod to Khloe, Sheri turned and walked to the garden.
The others followed suit, trailing after her without a second glance. Left alone in the dining room, Khloe stood in
silence, looking lonely and pitiful.
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Actually, this kind of petty bullying barely fazed her.
She had endured far worse. Back then, they didn’t just sneer or insult her; they attacked her mind, body, and
spirit relentlessly, isolating her until she felt utterly alone.
Having endured far harsher torment, Khloe saw the current situation as an ideal chance to gauge the limits and
subtly push back. Without hesitation, she trailed behind the girls, her steps deliberate.
When she reached the garden, the butler had already positioned the cake at the center of the table. A cluster of
young women encircled it, with Sheri casually commanding the group's attention. It was Naomi Haywood’s
birthday, yet oddly, the main character wasn’t her, making everything seem somewhat strange.
“Miss Evans,” the butler’s voice rang out as soon as he noticed her arrival.
All eyes turned to Khloe. The once lively garden fell into an abrupt and uneasy silence.
Khloe moved with effortless grace, her posture so at ease that it felt as though she were wandering her own
estate. Her composure unsettled them.
“Well, someone's certainly brave enough to show up.”
“How else could she survive in the entertainment world if she weren't so brazen? Shamelessness must be her
secret weapon. How else would she cling to Henrik?”
“Exactly! Only someone as accomplished and refined as Sheri deserves Henrik. And Khloe? Who does she think
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmshe is? Absolutely shameless!” The crowd buzzed with chatter, their hostility towards Khloe laid bare in every
word.
It didn’t take much for Khloe to see through them. Every woman here either fancied Henrik or sought to win
Sheri’s favor, knowing full well how Sheri felt about him. Henrik had a knack for charming the women.
Khloe met their malice with a faint, self-assured smile. Her voice carried across the gathering, calm yet piercing.
“Didn’t you all inviteto the birthday celebration just a moment ago? Why wouldn't | come? Or are you so
rude that you invite guests, only to panic when those guests actually come, afraid they might eat your cake?”
“How dare you!” Margot sprang to her feet, jabbing a finger towards Khloe, her face flushed with anger.
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