Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 634: Khloe had long harbored suspicions about Eric's involvement in her imprisonment, though she lacked concrete proof. Everything becclear, however, the moment she overheard Sloane's damning confession. The pieces fit together perfectly.

Eric craved power and prestige, yet he couldn't risk anyone discovering that he'd achieved it with Khloe's help. Instead of shielding her from those plotting against her, he had covertly aided them, ensuring her downfall was absolute.

The revelation laid bare Eric's true nature, leaving his face a storm of unease and anger. Confronted by Khloe's piercing, disdainful glare, his pride crumbled under the weight of her silent judgment.

Pressing his lips together, Eric fought to maintain control. His voice, cold and sharp, finally broke the silence. "You've got it right. Yes, I need your help to secure my position as the Watson family heir. But I've been honest with you I'm offering marriage. I'll give you the grand wedding you deserve and devote myself to you completely. Isn't that enough? Sure, Uncle Henrik might seem like a knight in shining armor now, but that's just the charm of something new. Once the ty fades, do you think your story with him will end well? If you truly end up with him, let's consider what your life would be like. He's controlling, icy, and utterly uncompromising. You'd be reduced to catering to his whims, bending over backward to keep him satisfied. Forget having your own opinions-you'd live your life in deference to him. Is that really the kind of happiness you dream of?" Eric's self-assured smirk grew. "But I know you better than that, Khloe. Deep down, you'd hate being suffocated by a man like him. With me, things would be different. Together, we'd build an empire, a life of power and influence. What can Henrik offer you? A fleeting illusion of joy? Only I can give you the fulfillment you've always deserved. Let's focus on the future, not the mistakes of the past." He ended his speech with an air of arrogance so thick it seemed to suffocate the room.

To anyone listening, he might have sounded like Khloe was the one dwelling on past grievances.

His brazenness was so appalling that Khloe found herself momentarily speechless, shocked by the depths of his shamelessness.

Your source: galBefore she could respond, a blur of movement caught her eye. Henrik appeared out of nowhere, closing the distance between himself and Eric in an instant. He brutally kicked Eric in the chest.

Bang! Eric was sent sprawling across the floor, landing with a heavy thud two meters away.

The sound of impact echoed as Henrik approached. Planting his foot firmly on Eric's throat, he leaned in, his gaze colder than winter frost. "Eric, if you're so eager to die, I'll gladly oblige." Without hesitation, Henrik pressed down harder, his intention unmistakable, as if daring Eric to cross another line.

Henrik absorbed every word Eric uttered, the meaning behind them striking like a bolt of lightning. Eric's intent to sow discord between Henrik and Khloe was unmistakable.

The revelation ignited a blaze of fury in Henrik.

Eric's breath caught as a chill crept through his veins. Panic clouded his vision, and an overwhelming dread took hold. Unbeknownst to him, Henrik had been in the house the entire time, listening. Would this be the moment he met Henrik's wrath? "Henrik." Khloe's voice rang out, sharp and unyielding as frost. She stepped forward with deliberate calm, her tone carrying an air of finality. "Let him go." Henrik's expression faltered, his gaze locking onto Khloe's face. A flicker of hurt danced in his eyes, but he relented, lowering his foot and sparing Eric. Color rushed back to Eric's face, and a flicker of hope lit his features. Khloe, he thought, must still care for him.

That hope was shattered an instant later. Khloe's next words were like shards of ice. “Eric, even now, you cling to your delusions. You've learned nothing. It's tyou lose the thing you cherish most-your claim as heir to the Watson family. Only then will reality force you to change." Confusion and disbelief twisted Eric's face. "What are you saying?" Without sparing him a direct answer, Khloe reached for the phone, summoning Alan to escort Eric away. As he was being dragged from the room, she said, "You'll understand soon enough." The living room fell silent, save for the faint rustle of fabric as Henrik shifted his stance.

With Eric gone, the overturned sofa was the only evidence that he had ever been there at all.

The air grew heavy with tension, an unspoken discomfort settling between them. Breaking the silence, Khloe let out a soft cough and muttered, "Anyway, there's no point in arguing with him—” Her words were abruptly cut off as Henrik closed the distance, pressing her firmly against the wall.

With a swift movement, his left arm circled her waist, drawing her close, drawing her while his right hand tipped her chin upward. His intense eyes bore into hers, unyielding and unreadable.

Khloe braced herself, expecting Henrik to follow his usual pattern-to steal a kiss without warning and let the battle of wills that always followed play out. Yet, to her astonishment, he simply gazed at her, silent and inscrutable. That silence unsettled her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't decipher the thoughts lurking behind his penetrating stare. Her unease grew under his unwavering focus.

Resting her palms lightly against Henrik's chest, she turned her head slightly, attempting to defuse the tension! Alright, there's no need for this. I understand him better than you think." "Do you understand me?" Henrik's sudden question cut through her defenses like a blade.

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