Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 379:

Sloane knelt on the floor, gagging uncontrollably, but it was no use. The powder dissolved the moment she swallowed it, making it impossible for her to spit it out.

Sloane looked up, her calm facade cracking, and shouted, “Khloe, what did you make me swallow?”

“This is the so-called proof you say shows I was cheating. Since you think something’s off about it, why don’t you try it for yourself?” Khloe stared at Sloane with a cold, emotionless gaze, making sure to emphasize every word. “Don’t worry; it’s poison. In three minutes, you’ll be dead for sure.”

Khloe’s shocking words sent a ripple of stunned silence through the crowd, as every eye locked on the unfolding drama.

Sloane’s face contorted in panic, her mouth opening and closing in a futile attempt to rid herself of the ingested toxin. Her efforts were useless. “Khloe, you’ve lost your mind! Murdering me will land you in prison, you fool!” Sloane shouted, her voice slicing through the silence with raw fear.

The crowd, initially paralyzed, began to react. Charlotte and Sylvie shared a look of disbelief, puzzled by Khloe’s extreme measures yet doubting she would actually proceed.

Whitney’s face creased with concern as she cried out, “Khloe, what on earth are you doing? No grievance justifies killing. You must find a way to help her!”

Khloe stood still, her cold eyes fixed on Sloane suffering on the floor. Her voice was calm but cutting as she said, “Sloane, this is your own doing. You’ve relentlessly attempted to ruin me, even pushing me to dishonesty. If my downfall is inevitable, I’m not going down alone.”

The atmosphere in the venue grew even more charged after Khloe’s declaration, drawing gasps of shock from everyone present.

Sloane, caught off-guard, froze momentarily, though the fear remained etched in her eyes. Sitting on the floor, clutching her abdomen, she murmured, “You’re making this up; it can’t be true…”

Khloe knelt down smoothly, a deceptive smile curling her lips as she looked at Sloane. “Why would I fabricate such a story? You’ve orchestrated my imprisonment before, turning my existence into a living hell. And now, you’ve sullied my name once more. Do you really think I’m prepared to endure that hell again?”

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Khloe’s fingers dug mercilessly into Sloane’s shoulder, pressing firmly on a sensitive spot near her scapula. “Does your stomach ache? It’s excruciating, isn’t it? That’s the poison working through you. Soon it will start to dissolve your organs.”

As Sloane approached the verge of collapse, tears streamed down her cheeks, and she convulsed on the floor, yelling desperately, “Khloe, this isn’t right! I was wrong to frame you. Please, I don’t want to die!” Her creeping misery stood in sharp contrast to her earlier arrogance.

Yet Khloe remained stoic, her grip firm, her eyes as cold as ice as she responded, “Pleading for mercy now? It’s far too late. You orchestrated my arrest, manipulated the…

The competition, seized my research space, and tampered with my experiments. You’ve turned my life inside out, and now it’s your turn to experience despair.”

The audience watched anxiously, while Charlotte and Sylvie looked on, wanting to step in but held back by fear of Khloe’s intense rage.

Whitney’s face was lined with concern as she exclaimed, “Khloe, you have to stop this! No amount of hatred justifies this action. If she dies, you’ll face grave consequences. Don’t let anger lead you to a place you can’t return from!”

Khloe appeared not to listen, instead leaning in close to Sloane’s ear, her voice low and menacing, saying, “Enjoy the agony, the slow destruction inside you. Every bit of pain is recompense for what you’ve done to me. In hell, may you seek forgiveness from those you’ve harmed.”noveldrama

Sloane broke down completely. “I never intended to hurt you! I paid someone to sabotage your work and frame you. But I was forced to do it!” The room fell silent at her confession.

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