Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 481:

Henrik, his face concealed by the mask, paused for a brief moment, giving Khloe a meaningful look before stepping forward. Then, like a bullet fired from a gun, he shot towards Conroy with unrelenting speed. The bodyguards on stage scrambled to stop him, but Henrik passed them effortlessly, like a shadow slipping through their grasp.

By the time Conroy finished his tirade, Henrik was upon him, skillfully twisting the wrist of the hand that dared to point at Khloe. A sharp crack echoed as Conroy’s arm dislocated, forcing a howl of pain from his throat.

Henrik’s left arm moved with surgical precision, his elbow slicing into Conroy’s abdomen with the force of a blade. Henrik seized Conroy by the collar, hoisting him with ease. His right hand locked around Conroy’s throat like a steel clamp, leaving him powerless and groaning faintly in pain.

Henrik’s movements were rapid and calculated, radiating an icy brutality that left the entire hall breathless in stunned disbelief.

Khloe had given the order to take down Conroy. The way Henrik carried out his actions—brutally and decisively—made it clear that both Conroy and Khloe now harbored deep grudges against each other.

Even Richard, surprised by the scene, stepped forward, hoping to calm Khloe down.

“Miss Evans, don’t you think this is a bit too hasty? Conroy is the Mayor, with powerful allies. By openly challenging him, you’re only inviting trouble.” Richard’s brow furrowed, a mix of concern and urgency in his expression.

Khloe simply met his gaze, her determination unwavering. “Mr. Smith, if I back down now, I’ll never have peace. He tried to have me killed today, and he should have known there would be consequences. I’m not someone who can be pushed around. No matter who’s backing him, I won’t be intimidated.”noveldrama

Richard sighed, shaking his head in resignation. “But the situation has completely spiraled out of control. The hall is full of people from all over. Once this gets out, it’ll cause a massive uproar.”

Khloe lifted her chin slightly. “So what? I didn’t want to get caught up in this, but he kept forcing me into a corner. If that’s the case, I might as well make it count and see who comes out standing in the end.”

At that moment, Conroy, held tightly by Henrik, was seething with rage. His face turned red, his eyes burning with fury, but his throat was clenched, making it impossible for him to speak. All he could manage were muffled, incoherent curses, barely escaping his throat.

Henrik remained stoic, unmoved by the chaos around him. He kept his iron grip on Conroy, silently awaiting Khloe’s next instruction.

With elegance, Khloe stepped onto the platform, walking towards Conroy, her smile dazzling. He continued to glare at her, but when she spoke next, her words struck him like a bolt of lightning. His eyes widened in fear, and for a moment, it felt as though his heart had stopped beating.

In a calm, melodic voice, Khloe threatened, “Mr. Dayton, do you think no one notices the scent of M37 on you? Smuggling that substance will get you executed for treason.”

Conroy was utterly panicked, staring at Khloe with wide, horrified eyes, his entire being shocked to the core.

Khloe grabbed a pen from his desk and tapped it against Conroy’s cheek. “Don’t assume I have no proof. Every action leaves a mark. Mr. Dayton, you might not be aware, but my skills in hacking are quite sharp. Take the woman you’ve been seeing, for example. She’s rather attractive, wouldn’t you agree? She’s at least ten years younger than you. How do you think your wife would react if she discovered this?”

As she revealed such intimate details, despair filled Conroy’s eyes, and any glimmer of hope he had vanished. He turned to her, a silent plea in his gaze.

“Let him go,” Khloe said, her voice steady and calm.

The moment Henrik loosened his grip, Conroy collapsed to his knees before Khloe, bowing in submission for everyone to see.

.

.

.