Chapter 587: This was no mere act of humiliation. Khloe was sending a message—to Naomi, to Sheri, and to anyone else who dared to challenge her. She wanted Sheri to understand that no matter how many schemes she orchestrated or allies she gathered, they would all crumble.
She would dismantle every plan and strip away every advantage until Sheri had nothing left.
In the distance, Sheri's shock was visible as she watched Gloria parade a naked Naomi through the estate. Naomi's bloodshot eyes locked onto Sheri with pure hatred, and a ripple of unease crossed Sheri's face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTrying to compose herself, Sheri addressed Khloe. "Khloe, Eric was injured because of your situation. Instead of helping him, you're escalating things like this. Isn't that going too far?" Khloe's sharp eyes flicked to Eric, slumped on the ground and barely conscious. Her tone turned razor-sharp. "Eric is your guest. It was the Dayton family's failure to protect him that got him stabbed. His care is your responsibility, not mine. I'm the victim here." "And if you don't act quickly, he might die here. Do you think the Watson family will just let that slide?" Sheri's calm exterior cracked under Khloe's pointed remark.
Khloe had guessed right. Sheri had orchestrated Eric's involvement, hoping to create a scenawhere he could play the hero. If Khloe softened toward him, Henrik's trust in Khloe might waver.
Sheri could use that to sow discord and widen the gap between them. But she hadn't expected Khloe's indifference to Eric's life.
While the Dayton family wasn't far behind the Watson family in influence, Morris' deep affection for his grandson complicated matters. If Morris decided to retaliate, it could spell serious trouble for the Dayton family.
Realizing the risk, Sheri barked orders for her bodyguards to carry Eric away. She called for a doctor, ensuring his injuries were treated promptly.
As Eric was removed from the scene, Khloe turned her attention back to Sheri, a calm smile playing on her lips. "Everyone else has already seen my painting. Would you like to take a look?" Sheri's brows furrowed as she tried to gauge Khloe's intentions. "What do you mean by that?" The rest of the Dayton family exchanged awkward glances, ssuppressing sighs. To them, it looked like Khloe was flaunting her identity as the artist White—an act that seemed beneath her.
Only Henrik, standing silently nearby, understood what Khloe intended. She was about to use that painting to expose Sheri's hidden games.
Khloe's tone remained steady, her patience unshaken. "It's just an invitation to appreciate my work, Technology and Death. Surely, there's nothing to worry about, is there?" Her words drew subtle reactions from the crowd. How could she give it such a casual name? Yet, the painting undeniably embodied both technology and death, making the title a fitting reflection of its essence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Here, have a look." Khloe stepped forward and positioned the easel in front of Sheri. Her composure was unshakable, her movements deliberate.
Certain that Khloe's intentions were anything but innocent, Sheri still let her curiosity get the better of her. Eager to see what had earned the painting such high praise, she reached for the easel.
The moment her eyes landed on the painting, her pupils dilated in shock. Her hands trembled, and she instinctively stepped back, nearly losing her grip on the easel.
After a brief moment, Sheri regained her composure, masking her emotions behind her usual poised and refined demeanor. However, her initial, unguarded reaction had already been noticed by everyone. At that moment, Khloe was certain: Sheri was the one behind the fake Artist.
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