Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 297

Chapter 297:

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But now Khloe was the one calling the shots as the owner of the mall. Now, if Victory shut down, Layla’s fury would land squarely on her.

A strained smile tugged at Sloane’s lips as she moved forward to smooth things over. “Khloe, don’t take this too far. Layla acted on impulse and said things she shouldn’t have. Just pardon Victory this time. If the store is shut down, it’ll leave a hole that won’t be easy to fill. The losses could be huge for everyone.”

Khloe turned to face Sloane. Then, a small, sharp smile appeared. “Fine. Victory doesn’t have to be shut down. But there’s one condition.”

Layla’s shoulders tensed as she gritted her teeth. “Fine. Whatever it takes. Just don’t shut the store down.”

Khloe pointed a finger at Sloane. Her voice was light, but her words cut through the air. “What you wanted to do to me just now… do it on her. Then, I’ll give you a chance.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Layla raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap to Sloane’s face. The sound rang out clearly, leaving a vivid red handprint on Sloane’s cheek. Her eyes widened in shock.

“Layla! Are you out of your mind? Don’t you remember…?”

Layla ignored Sloane’s words completely. Her hand swung again, landing another resounding slap that snapped Sloane’s head to the side. Her cheek puffed up, and a thin line of blood appeared at the corner of her lips. Sloane bit down hard on her lip, the tang of blood spreading, but the shame burning within her was far worse. Her body quivered faintly as she fought to keep her feelings in check, avoiding looking at Khloe despite the anger and helplessness written across her face.

What an outrage!

She had carefully plotted to humiliate Khloe, but the tables had turned, and now she was the one left disgraced.

The slap stung, but the thought of Khloe witnessing her humiliation stung even more. Sloane wished she could vanish into thin air.

Layla didn’t hold back, putting all her strength into the slap. For her, saving her family’s store was worth more than anything Sloane had to offer.

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Yet, recalling the person behind Sloane, Layla held back from striking her again. Breathing heavily, she turned to Khloe and asked, “Have you had enough? Your anger’s been dealt with. Will you spare the store now?”

Khloe glanced at Sloane and gave a faint smile. “Is that all you’ve got? Didn’t you eat before coming here? Is this really the best you can manage?”

Layla’s expression soured instantly. She hadn’t thought Khloe would remain unimpressed. On the surface, she appeared gentle, but her heart was undeniably ruthless. “Khloe, don’t push it!”

Sloane spat, glaring at her, though her shaky voice betrayed how helpless she was.

Khloe’s smile was soft, almost breezy, her beauty captivating. But her eyes, fixed on Sloane, carried a chill devoid of any warmth.

“Oh, am I really pushing it? Don’t assume I’m unaware that you planned today’s little scene. Do you think you’re the only one capable of causing harm? If so, you’re nothing short of foolish!”

She paused, her tone sharpening. “Layla, I respect your friendship with Sloane. It seems the store doesn’t matter to you anymore. Manager, shut it down!”

Seeing her ruthless and unwavering stance, Layla felt a wave of desperation. She spun around, her teeth clenched, and fixed her gaze on Sloane. “Help me save the store, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” She signaled her male bodyguard, who promptly hauled Sloane into the VIP lounge.

Sloane thrashed wildly, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. “Layla! You can’t do this! Let me go!” Her voice pierced the air, high-pitched and frantic. She kicked and swung her arms, trying to escape the bodyguard’s grasp, but he was far too strong for her efforts to make a difference.

The bodyguard quickly hauled Sloane into the VIP lounge. Her cries for help and desperate pleas echoed briefly before fading into silence.

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