LittleNovelChapter 636: In Clinton's mind, her eventual choice seemed inevitable, as if fate conspired to prove him right. But how could he be so blind to reality? An uneasy tension settled in Khloe's chest. Her voice, sharp and unyielding, cut through the air. "Clinton, I have no intention of involving myself in the Watson family's heir selection process. I understand the situation, but it's entirely unrelated to you. I neither need nor want your support. And as for your feelings-this is the last tI'll say it-I do not accept them, nor will I ever." Clinton, undeterred by her blunt response, met her gaze with unwavering determination. "Khloe, I understand you have reservations. But I've told you before—you're different to me. I can't just walk away from that.” A chill settled over Khloe's features. "You're entitled to your feelings, but when your actions start interfering with my life, it becomes a problem. And I despise it. I find it repulsive." Clinton's brows knitted tightly, his frustration evident. He leaned forward instinctively, but Khloe recoiled with a decisive step back.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRealizing her withdrawal, he straightened and exhaled deeply. "Fine. If you don't like it, I'll tread more carefully. But don't worry about the heir selection. I have no intention of losing to Eric. Without your help, Eric is nothing." Khloe remained unmoved, her expression unreadable. She knew Eric far better than Clinton ever could.
She hadn't cthat day just to be a spectator. There were far more pressing matters on her agenda, none of which Clinton needed to know about. With a brief glance in his direction, Khloe sidestepped Clinton and made her way toward the entrance.
But, to her surprise, his hand shot out once more, barring her path.
A sharp determination flickered in Clinton's gaze, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper that sent an involuntary shiver down Khloe's spine. "Khloe, after today, you'll belong to me." Explore new chapters galThough Clinton had no intention of causing her harm, his misguided resolve painted a troubling picture. This was his chance to prove himself, to show Khloe a side of him she couldn't ignore-a side he believed would make her fall for him at last.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmClinton's words barely reached Khloe's ears, his voice too faint to fully register. As she turned to ask what he had said, a commanding presence emerged from behind her. "Clinton, no matter how many schemes you try, what isn't yours will never becyours. If you dare to reach for something that doesn't belong to you, consequences will find their way to you sooner or later." The weight of Henrik's statement lingered in the air, as icy as the expression on his face. But when his gaze fell on Khloe, Henrik's demeanor softened into something protective, almost tender. "Shall we head inside together?" "Alright," Khloe replied softly, her tone steady as she let Henrik guide her inside with his arm still firmly around her waist.
Clinton's gaze lingered on the pair ahead, his expression darkening as a malevolent smirk tugged at his lips. Under his breath, he growled, "Henrik, you're fooling yourself. Khloe doesn't belong to you. She belongs to me." At that moment, Eric arrived. Taking in the scene, he let out a derisive laugh, his voice dripping with mockery. "Clinton, look at yourself. You're pathetic. Do you honestly believe you can win Khloe's favor? Stop dreaming. Khloe will never choose you. She's mine, and there's nothing you can do about it." Not long ago, Eric had felt a chill of unease when Khloe mentioned teaching him a lesson. That single comment had filled him with dread, leaving him too afraid to act rashly. Over time, however, her lack of follow-through eased his fears. To Eric, her inaction was proof that she couldn't bring herself to truly go against him. If she held back, there was still a chance for him to claim her.
Clinton, standing before Eric now, shed every trace of the controlled demeanor he displayed around Khloe. His disdainpression twisted with disdain as he spat, "Eric, you're delusional. Khloe doesn't want you-she can't stand the sight of you. You don't even know how pitiful you are. Look at yourself. She sees you for what you really are: a pathetic insect, crawling at her feet."
Eric's face twisted with anger. He was about to lash out when Clinton moved closer, his voice low and m sharp as he whispered into Eric's ear, "Eric, how long do you think you can hide the truth about your pharmaceutical company killing those volunteers?"
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