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Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 149
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Chapter 149 Chapter 149: "Stay still. Do you have any idea how furious I was when I saw that acid aimed at you today? If you ever risk your life like that again, I won't be so lenient." His voice dropped to a whisper, his breath warm against her ear, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. His possessiveness was overwhelming.

Khloe sat on Henrik's lap, her back pressed against the firm, rhythmic beat of his heart.

Her mix of embarrassment and irritation wasn't driven by romance. Henrik's talk of punishment didn't hint at affection-it was something altogether different. It felt disturbingly like a pet being reprimanded by its master-a notion Khloe found utterly unbearable.

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Exceptionally talented and fiercely independent, Khloe had only ever submitted to the Evans family, and that had been her undoing. But now, with Henrik's firm grip holding her in place, Khloe weighed her options and chose to stay put.

She could handle others with ease, but Henrik was in an entirely different league-his skill and influence made him untouchable. Even with her own strengths, provoking him wasn't worth the gamble.

Khloe sighed, accepting the situation, interpreting his behavior as care for her, though it seemed to reveal a hidden insecurity.

"Lost in thought, are we? Or do you actually wantto lock you away?" His deep, leisurely voice resonated in her ears.

Khloe quickly responded, "No, no! I'm just reflecting on my mistakes." "That's more like it," Henrik murmured with a soft chuckle, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder. He pulled her closer and instructed the driver to change their route.

The luxury car, followed by an intimidating convoy of black cars, made its way to the city's outskirts, finally pulling up before a striking building shaped like a black X.

Henrik strode inside, guiding Khloe along. The moment they crossed the threshold, a shiver coursed down her spine. The entrance to a basement stretched before them, illuminated by golden lights that somehow added to its eerie atmosphere. Without haste, Henrik stepped in, leading Khloe deeper into this unsettling underworld. Ł@tëşt ÇĦ@þFèŕş íń ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐ "This place is an illegal battleground where fighters clash in vicious matches, and greed and corruption thrive in the chaos." His noble, distant expression remained unchanged, yet he exuded an intense, almost suffocating aura of authority.

They advanced through a long, dim corridor lined with iron mesh, their footsteps the only sound echoing in the oppressive silence.

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The atmosphere was thick with the deafening noise of boxing matches, a chaotic mix of cheers and agonized screams. The vicious fights left countless participants battered and broken.

From tto time, bloodied bodies were hauled away, their ultimate fate shrouded in mystery. For the average onlooker, such sights were enough to evoke either sheer terror or overwhelming nausea.

Khloe remained unshaken. After all, she had endured the brutal realities of a notoriously harsh prison, where violence lurked around every corner. Even under the watchful eyes of guards, the inmates had their ways-silent, lethal, and relentless.

After a short walk, they entered a dim, all-black hall. The walls were adorned with rows of gleaming, state-of-the- art weaponry, each piece radiating a deadly allure.

The silence was heavy, almost oppressive, allowing,Khloe to hear nothing but the steady rhythm of her own breath.

Henrik stood amidst the weapons, turning slowly to her with a sproposition, "How abouttraining? This time, I'll be your instructor."

Khloe arched a brow. Was this Henrik's subtle way of expressing disappointment with her earlier m training? The thought ignited a spark of competitiveness. She wasn't a novice, after all. While she knew she couldn't rival Henrik's prowess, she had handled the acid attack well enough today. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1