Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 408:

Never in his wildest dreams did he think the man he had been boasting about as his supposed backer would be right before him. His thoughts scattered until Henrik’s piercing, ice-cold gaze pulled him back. Dropping to his knees, Cristian apologized frantically, “Mr. Watson, I didn’t know. I made a mistake. Please, have mercy!”

Henrik’s voice was measured, yet each word carried a razor-sharp edge. “Who told you to target Khloe? Admit it now, and I’ll leave your body in one piece.”

Cristian felt his strength drain away under Henrik’s suffocating presence. But the warning from his employer rang in his ears—confess, and he’d be dead. If he played it off as an accident, Henrik, with his strict sense of justice, might simply rough him up instead.

Balancing his options, Cristian chose to feign innocence, his voice breaking with sobs. “Mr. Watson, it wasn’t intentional! I’d been drinking with the driver, and he owed me…”

Money. He lashed out to blow off steam—I had no idea it’d hurt your woman! I swear, I’m not guilty.”

“Not guilty?” Henrik murmured, a dark chuckle echoing through the dim room. A sinister gleam flickered in his eyes as his lips curled into a menacing smile. He raised a delicate, curved knife, spinning it lightly between his fingers.

Just as Cristian’s face twisted into a pleading grimace, Henrik lunged forward, driving the blade mercilessly into his left eye.noveldrama

A sickening crack rang out as Cristian’s eyeball ruptured, his scream piercing the silence.

Remarkably, Henrik’s immaculate clothes remained untouched, with only a faint smear of blood on his fingertip.

The rest of the room stood unflinching, their hardened expressions betraying their familiarity with Henrik’s ruthless ways. The air hung heavy with tension.

Straightening his posture, Henrik cast a chilling glare at the man writhing beneath him. “Alan, handle it yourself. Use your blade, and make sure he feels every one of a thousand cuts before he dies.”

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Cristian was so terrified by the horrific command that he wished he could disappear into thin air. Despite the searing pain in his eye, he made a desperate run for the exit, but Alan caught him without effort.

Henrik had settled back into his chair, his cold eyes fixed on the merciless scene. He wouldn’t feel even a shred of relief until the blood of those who hurt Khloe had been spilled.

No matter the cost, he would never let anyone harm or take Khloe from his side.

Completely unaware of what was happening, Khloe opened the door. The scene that greeted her froze her in place.

Henrik stood there, towering over a body so mangled it was unrecognizable. A pool of dark, viscous blood spread at his feet. His black suit merged with the suffocating shadows of the room, making him look both hauntingly captivating and dangerously intimidating.

The scene resembled the arrival of a demon straight from the depths of hell.

Henrik’s gaze darted upward, shock flickering in his eyes as he spotted Khloe standing in the doorway. “Khloe, what are you doing here?”

Earlier, he had instructed Fiona to send the servants away, hoping for a quiet evening alone with Khloe. That must have been why no one informed him of her return.

Yet, the rage simmering within him after sparing Eric earlier that day hadn’t eased, leaving him on edge.

To release his pent-up fury, Henrik had dragged in the thug who had hurt Khloe, determined to keep his emotions in check when he saw her later that night.

He never anticipated that she would stumble upon this brutal, blood-soaked side of him firsthand.

Khloe didn’t flinch. Her unwavering eyes locked onto Henrik’s, piercing the suffocating tension like an arrow aimed at his very core. “Henrik, what is going on here?”

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