Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 294

Chapter 294:

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A poised sales assistant approached with a warm smile. “Hello and welcome. How can I assist you today?” Khloe gave a slight nod and replied, “I need a dress for an important banquet, and I must wear it tomorrow.”

The sales assistant’s eyes widened in surprise, her initial admiration for Khloe’s beauty fading quickly. Needing a dress for tomorrow’s banquet? Didn’t this woman know that evening gowns typically required reservations in advance? She clearly wasn’t from one of the prominent families.

The assistant quickly sized up Khloe’s outfit, noting that while it wasn’t extravagant, it was clearly well-made, hinting at some affluence. Regaining her professional smile, she gestured for Khloe to follow. “Please come this way. We have some new arrivals that might suit your needs.”

As Khloe followed the assistant, ready to browse the dresses, the door to the opulent VIP room behind her swung open.

A woman in an elegant Victory dress stepped out, deliberately blocking Khloe’s path. With a mocking smirk, she said, “Oh, look who it is—Khloe Evans. What are you doing here alone to buy clothes? Has Henrik finally gotten bored of you and left you behind?”

Khloe’s eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing across her gaze as she fixed her stare on Layla. “Be careful with what you say. Have you forgotten what happened the last time?”

Mentioning the time Khloe had slapped her made Layla’s proud expression twist with fury. “You audacious woman! How dare you bring that up? Are you asking for trouble?”

“It’s you who’s asking for trouble. Do you want me to tell Henrik that you just called him a philanderer? Let’s see how he deals with you then.” Khloe mentioned his name with authority, using it to shut Layla down.

Layla stood frozen, speechless, her body trembling with anger as she struggled to find a retort.

Watching Layla falter, Sloane, who had been quietly observing from the sidelines, stepped forward. Her eyes scanned Khloe with malice before she feigned concern. “Khloe! You’d better stop. The Carrillo family owns this place. If you keep provoking Layla in her own territory, she might just toss you out.”

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Khloe glared at Sloane, her disdain evident. “Sloane, you’re like a bad penny—always showing up uninvited.” Sloane had only met Layla at Morris’ place, yet she was already acting as though they were close. While her character was questionable, her talent for making connections couldn’t be denied.

Sloane curled her lips into a cold smile, not willing to back down. “Khloe, calm down. I’m only worried you might offend the wrong person.”

Layla, hearing this, felt a surge of confidence. This was her family’s store, after all. She didn’t have any reason to be polite to Khloe. “That’s right. Khloe, you’re the real nuisance. Has your wealthy sponsor cut you off? Is that why you’re here, hoping for scraps? Fine, I’ll humor you since you love playing the victim. If you kneel and beg, I might give you the dress. What about that?”

She laughed and turned to the sales assistant. “If she kneels, record it and put the dress on my tab.”

Khloe stared at her, unimpressed. “That’s not necessary. I can buy the dress myself.”

She ignored Layla’s insults, knowing that tomorrow night’s banquet was more important. There would be plenty of opportunities to retaliate against Layla and Sloane.

Khloe turned to the sales assistant. “Where’s the dress? Show me.”

Khloe’s calmness further infuriated Layla, as she expected Khloe to be affected by her words and retort back rather than remain calm.

Layla’s expression darkened at Khloe’s quiet defiance. “Refusing my offer? Fine. But don’t think there won’t be consequences. Since you don’t value my kindness, don’t blame me for being rude! Lock the doors—I’ll teach her a lesson!” At her signal, the store’s employees surrounded Khloe, closing in.

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