Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 333:noveldrama

Caught off guard by her response, the reporter quickly retorted, “Understanding the specifics or nuances of the law isn’t necessary for me! Your unauthorized practice led to Mrs. Douglas’ death, which is a severe offense. You should be preparing for a prison sentence.”

Khloe advanced towards the reporter, her assertive approach causing a stir among the onlookers. “Are you suggesting that because Mrs. Douglas has died, you can accuse me without concrete evidence, regardless of my intentions to save her?”

The reporter’s smirk widened, his arrogance apparent. “What difference does it make? Isn’t it your fault for leaving behind your fame to act as the savior? Now everyone can see that your illegal actions resulted in Mrs. Douglas’ death. There’s no escaping that reality! You’ll face the consequences! Unless, of course, you can revive the dead!”

The butler of the Douglas family, visibly shaken, added fuel to the fire against Khloe. “You must pay for what you’ve done! Make amends for Mrs. Douglas’ life!” His outcry resonated throughout the banquet hall, prompting other servants to join in, soon filling the space with demands for Khloe to pay the ultimate price. Only Henrik and a select few refrained from condemning her.

They knew that Khloe had been dealing with Sheri’s mishaps.

Sheri was the true culprit behind the tragedy, not Khloe.

With cold eyes and a scornful smirk, Khloe addressed the crowd of reporters and indifferent onlookers. “Indeed, let’s talk about paying the price. Mrs. Douglas, enough of this charade. Please, stand up.”

The banquet hall fell into stunned silence as everyone’s attention turned to Izabella, lying motionless under the white sheet on the operating table. Seconds passed, but there was still no sign of movement.

The male reporter was the first to break the silence, letting out a mocking scoff. “Out of ideas, huh? What a ridiculous stunt. Mrs. Douglas is dead, and we all saw it. How foolish to think you can bring the dead back to life.”

The Douglas family’s butler shot a furious glare at Khloe. “Enough of this nonsense! Mrs. Douglas is dead, and you’re responsible for this. I’ve already called the police, and they’ll be here any moment.”

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Khloe stood unmoved, her gaze unwavering as she addressed the still form on the operating table. “Mrs. Douglas, I know you can hear me. Someone’s been sabotaging the Douglas family, trying to kill you and harm me. If you still want to protect the family’s reputation and stay silent, it’s only a temporary solution. But without a proper cleansing, the family is destined to fall.”

A soft sigh came from the operating table.

The white sheet shifted, and moments later, Izabella sat up slowly. Though her face was pale, her eyes blazed with fury.

“It’s a shame for the family to have a Douglas traitor. I owe you an apology, Miss Evans.”

The entire plan for Izabella to fake her death had been Khloe’s, and now everything was unfolding just as she had anticipated.

While performing the surgery, Khloe noticed something felt off. Izabella’s condition, though serious and rare, had been managed with costly treatments. Although her lifespan was limited, her sudden death on that day seemed highly unlikely.

The sudden decline in her condition was unmistakably abnormal. When poisonous sutures surfaced during the procedure, Khloe quickly deduced that foul play was at hand and someone had deliberately interfered. Acting without hesitation, she deployed nanobots to administer an antidote, ultimately saving Izabella’s life. Inside the operating room, they formulated a strategy for Izabella to feign her death.

Khloe had a strong hunch that whoever orchestrated the sabotage during the surgery wouldn’t stop there. If Izabella had genuinely died, they would likely escalate their actions, presenting an ideal chance to expose them. Just as Khloe had predicted, the news of Izabella’s death sparked immediate trouble. Someone quickly stepped forward, openly targeting Khloe and insisting that her life be taken as a consequence.

The audience froze in shock and fear as Izabella suddenly sat upright. The reporters, utterly unprepared for the dramatic turn of events, stared in disbelief, their cameras almost slipping from their hands.

The male reporter stood there slack-jawed, his earlier confidence and boldness evaporating entirely.

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