Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 307:

“Yes, I ordered it. What are you going to do about it? I’m the heiress of the Ruiz family. The President is my uncle. If you lay a hand on me, you’ll regret it…”

Before Erma could finish her words, Khloe, uninterested in hearing more, marched forward and slapped her across the face three times in rapid succession.

The sheer strength behind those three slaps was undeniable. One blow even dislodged a tooth from Erma’s mouth, leaving her tasting blood.

With each unrelenting slap Khloe delivered, the entire banquet hall was plunged into an uneasy silence. All eyes in the room turned to Khloe, their expressions filled with shock and incredulity.

Did she not hear? Didn’t she hear Erma mention that she was the President’s niece?

The audience was caught between astonishment and confusion.

Khloe was just Henrik’s date. What could have driven her to defy someone with ties to the president?

And she had brazenly slapped Erma’s face in front of everyone.

Wasn’t that as good as showing outright disrespect to the President himself?

Dizzy and bleeding from her mouth, Erma was consumed with rage—not just from the pain but from the public humiliation Khloe had inflicted on her. Her eyes blazed with fury and disbelief. “You bitch! How dare you hit me? You’ll regret this!”

Screaming with blind rage, she ignored the blood dripping from her mouth and charged at Khloe. A slim dagger emerged from the folds of her gown, slicing towards Khloe in a vicious arc.noveldrama

Gasps rippled through the crowd. No one had imagined Erma would be bold enough to draw a dagger and attack Khloe in such a setting. Chaos erupted as people in the banquet hall quickly backed away in panic.

“That’s it. She’s finished!” Baylee exclaimed, her voice trembling with shock.

But just as Erma’s dagger aimed for Khloe’s face, Khloe moved with lightning speed, sidestepping effortlessly to avoid the attack.

Then, with a swift and graceful high kick, Khloe’s foot struck Erma’s wrist like a steel bar, her purple gown swirling beautifully around her.

A sharp “crack” echoed through the room as Erma’s wrist dislocated, sending the dagger clattering to the floor.

“Ahhh!” Erma shrieked in agony, her face twisting with pain and terror as her earlier rage melted away. She crumpled to the floor, cradling her dislocated wrist while the dagger lay abandoned beside her. The sight left every guest rooted in shock.

It was absolutely unbelievable!

Erma’s sudden attack on Khloe had happened in the blink of an eye, a move that revealed her experience with such ruthless tactics.

Yet, before anyone could even process what was happening, Khloe had effortlessly turned the tables, subduing Erma with nothing but her bare hands. Her combat skills were nothing short of exceptional.

Slumped on the floor, Erma’s groans of pain echoed in the quiet room. Staring at her injured wrist, she couldn’t mask the disbelief in her eyes. And when she looked at Khloe now, her disdain had turned into raw fear. “Who are you?”

Khloe remained silent, her frosty gaze fixed on Erma as she ignored the question. Her voice cut through the air, calm but chilling. “Answer me—were you the one who arranged for the venomous snake to be released?” By now, it was clear as day that Erma was the mastermind behind the snake plot.

Still, Khloe required solid grounds to justify punishing her. With the right excuse, she was confident Henrik could smooth things over, perhaps even twist the situation to their advantage.

Erma wasn’t entirely witless. She could pin her dagger attack on temporary rage, but admitting to unleashing the snake would carry grave repercussions. As she clenched her teeth against the pain, her mind raced for a way out.

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