Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 392:

With a soft click, the door of Henrik’s car swung open, revealing his striking visage. His look was cold as he cast his eyes downward. “Eric, you dare to call my man a lapdog? You’ve become quite audacious.”

As Henrik entered the scene, Eric’s blood ran cold. It felt like the gaze of a predator was fixed on him, causing a spine-tingling fear.

“Uncle Henrik, I was unaware that he’s under your command. My apologies; that was an unintended comment,” Eric said, managing a tense smile toward Henrik. “It seems there’s been a little mix-up.”

“A mix-up?” Henrik’s response was cold and mocking.

“Beat him.” At Henrik’s command, Alan moved quickly, delivering a harsh blow to Eric’s face. The sound of the impact echoed, Eric’s head snapping back from the force, eliciting a sharp cry of pain as he fell to the ground.

Considering that Eric was part of the Watson family, Alan’s punch was restrained. However, it was still forceful enough to inflict significant pain on Eric.

As Eric writhed in agony on the ground, Alan stared down at him with contempt. “Is that the best you can do? How dare you lust after our boss’s fiancée? You’re really seeking your own end!”

Blood began to drip from the corner of Eric’s mouth as he grew pale, looking up at Henrik with a look of bitter accusation. “Uncle Henrik, this is too much. Aren’t I permitted to come here as Khloe’s schoolmate? Khloe detests being under someone’s control. Would she really be pleased to discover how controlling you are?”

Right after Eric spoke, Alan struck him again, shouting, “Be quiet! You shouldn’t call our boss’s fiancée by her first name!”

Henrik’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing dangerously. In a smooth, deliberate motion, he pulled out a gun, the metal glinting ominously.

“I’ll just end this now, so she remains unaware,” Henrik said, pointing the gun at Eric’s forehead.noveldrama

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Eric’s eyes widened in shock as he realized Henrik’s murderous intent. A wave of terror rushed over him, and he regretted his rash actions. He shouldn’t have let his jealousy spill out so carelessly, especially in a place where Henrik could be.

“Uncle Henrik! You can’t kill me! I’m your nephew!” Eric’s voice shook as he clung to the last thread of hope, attempting to leverage their family connection in desperation.

“It’s too late,” Henrik’s voice was chilling, like a death sentence, cold and emotionless. His eyes were frozen, offering no hint of compassion as he locked his gaze on Eric, as if he were already seeing him as nothing more than a corpse.

Henrik had never cared for blood relations, nor did he see the Watson family as his own. Anyone who stood against him was met with death.

Henrik’s finger tightened on the trigger, steady and deliberate.

Eric trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat streaming down his face. His lips quivered as he tried to beg for his life, but it felt as though an invisible force was suffocating him, his voice reduced to desperate, strangled sounds.

Just as the gun was about to fire, a sharp, urgent ringtone broke the heavy silence, cutting the tension in the air.

Henrik’s brow furrowed in irritation, a flicker of impatience crossing his face. He lowered the gun and pulled out his phone. When he saw his father’s name on the screen, his expression hardened, but he answered anyway.

“Hello,” Henrik said, his voice deep and emotionless, offering nothing to hint at his inner thoughts.

From the other end, Morris’ hearty voice came through. “Henrik, if I hadn’t seen it on the news, I wouldn’t have known Khloe entered the National Biopharmaceutical Competition. You haven’t brought her to see me enough! Have you forgotten how to show respect?”

“Khloe has been quite busy,” Henrik responded with cool indifference. Morris chuckled. “Don’t think I don’t see through your little game, trying to keep Khloe all to yourself. I have her number, you know. Should I text her and ask if she’s free to come visit me? Let’s see how you explain that.”

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