Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 322:

A sense of reassurance washed over Henrik.

Most would have been unsettled by Khloe’s sharp and calculating nature, but Henrik wasn’t among them. To him, it only deepened her allure, like a rare and exotic flower—both deadly and mesmerizing. In her, he saw everything he valued and desired.

Just as they paused for a moment, Ashton hurried out, panic written all over his face. Spotting that Khloe and Henrik hadn’t gone far, his expression brightened.

Without hesitation, he rushed over to Khloe, dropped to his knees, and begged, “Please, save my wife.”

Khloe’s eyes narrowed, her cold, steady gaze fixed on Ashton as he knelt before her. Henrik stood nearby, his brows furrowed, a spark of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

“What is the meaning of this? Weren’t you the one who just declared that the Douglas family didn’t want Khloe here?” Henrik asked, his tone sharp and icy.

Khloe had already made up her mind to help Izabella, but Henrik wasn’t about to let Ashton’s earlier insult go unanswered.

He knew the truth—people only valued what they had to fight for. If Khloe gave in too easily, the Dayton family would likely try to manipulate her again.

Ashton’s face went pale, regret clear in his expression as he stared at the ground. He wished he could take back his reckless words, but it was too late.

His voice quivered as he looked up. “Miss Evans, I was wrong. I didn’t see how incredible you are. Please, punish me if you must, but Izabella is innocent. She’s dying; her organs are failing. You’re the only one who can save her. I beg you, please!”

He lowered his head, preparing to bow, but Khloe raised her hand to stop him. Though she appeared delicate, her grip was firm, preventing him from kneeling further.

Despair filled his eyes, thinking she was refusing his plea.

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Tears streamed down his face until Khloe’s calm, steady voice broke the silence. “Mr. Douglas, there’s no need for this. I will return to save your wife, but not because of your plea.”noveldrama

Ashton froze, confusion flickering in his tear-filled eyes. “Then why…”

“Because I am a doctor. Saving lives is my duty,” Khloe interrupted. “But let this be the last time I act after being insulted and accused.”

“I promise I won’t make the same mistake again! I’ll do anything you need me to do!” Ashton’s voice cracked as he nodded, desperation spilling out like a dam on the verge of breaking.

Khloe’s gaze remained cold, piercing through him without a shred of warmth. There was something both captivating and unnerving about her, like a storm brewing on a deceptively calm sea.

“Anything?” she asked, her voice chillingly calm. “Even if it means trading your daughter’s life for your wife’s?”

The words struck Ashton like a physical blow. His face turned ashen, his body trembling slightly as his eyes filled with turmoil.

“Prepare the blood transfusion and extraction equipment,” Khloe said, her tone sharp and emotionless. “And find me an operating room with everything I’ll need. The more, the better.”

She turned and strode toward the banquet hall without sparing Ashton another glance. He hurried after her, fear clawing at his chest. The weight of her earlier words pressed heavily on him. All he could do was obey.

Henrik walked beside Khloe. “You’ll need an assistant, won’t you? I’ve already contacted a skilled doctor, who will be here in five minutes.”

Khloe’s eyes widened briefly in surprise. Henrik had thought of everything.

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