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Khloe, reading the situation with ease, gave a sharp, knowing smile. “Aren’t you the ones who started this?
You're trying to back out now because I've already won the first two rounds, and it’s obvious the next two are
stacked in my favor. You're putting on this show of generosity, pretending you're doinga favor, but deep
down, you're just scared of the humiliation that comes with losing. What a joke!”
Khloe revealed their plot without hesitation, her cold laugh piercing the heavy atmosphere. “From the moment
Sheri invitedhere, this has been nothing but a setup. This entire competition was rigged—a deliberate
attempt to trap me, planned down to the smallest detail by Sheri and everyone else involved. If | really were the
helpless, decorative accessory you've all paintedto be, relying on Henrik to survive, I'd have been crushed
under your humiliation today. You would've calledweak, incapable of handling the pressure, and claimed |
quit because | couldn’t compete. But let's not pretend this wasn’t a carefully planned ambush from the start. A
draw? Knowing when to stop? Why should | give an ounce of consideration to people who've tried to destroy me?
Letbe crystal clear—there’s only one outchere: you lose, and Naomi will walk away naked!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer voice carried an unshakable confidence, and her icy glare left no room for argument.
The garden fell into stunned silence. Khloe’s words hit like a hammer, silencing every whisper and drawing every
eye.
“She's absolutely right. This competition isn’t over yet!” A steady voice suddenly rang out.
The guards parted as members of the Dayton family stepped forward. At the front stood Eric, his eyes fixed on
Khloe, filled with a mixture of respect and admiration. Unmistakable awe flickered in his eyes.
He had never imagined Khloe possessed such boundless talent—medicine, archery, cooking, and now, mastery
over these refined arts. Among the social elite, she didn’t merely blend in. She eclipsed them.
This wasn’t mere brilliance. It was regality incarnate. Khloe’s competence rendered their schemes pitifully
amateurish. Whitney and Henrik were at the forefront.
The voice that had broken the silence belonged to Henrik.
Standing tall, he regarded Khloe with unwavering pride, his gaze speaking volumes. That pride—deep and
unrestrained—was hers alone. This was Khloe, his fiancée.
Whitney's expression remained unreadable, her thoughts carefully shielded behind an enigmatic mask.
Meanwhile, the young women, led by Sheri, scrambled to their feet, flustered by Henrik’s unexpected presence.
Sheri’s face grew rigid, her hands balling into fists at her sides as panic simmered beneath her composed
exterior.
She had orchestrated this scenawith her status, ensuring the men would witness Khloe’s downfall. Never had
she anticipated her mother or Henrik showing up.
The memory of pressuring Naomi into accepting the bet now churned in Sheri’s mind, leaving her visibly
unsettled. Forcing a calm facade, she stepped forward, her tone gentle. “Mom, Henrik, when did you arrive?”
Henrik raised an eyebrow. “Right about the tyou were forcing Khloe into accepting the challenge.”
Sheri’s composure wavered, her mouth opening and closing in search of a denial. “Henrik, | didn’t—I..."”
Whitney's voice sliced through her protest. “Sheri, is this how I've taught you? If you've done something, own it.”
Khloe immediately recognized Whitney's intentions: a calculated attempt to dissolve the competition. But she
wasn't about to let that happen.
“If you want to reprimand your daughter, do it later. Right now, we finish this,” Khloe declared.
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