Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 298

Chapter 298:

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Moments later, the bodyguard emerged, holding up a phone and displaying photos of Sloane after the beating. The pictures showed Sloane’s face covered in bruises, her swollen features nearly unrecognizable, her clothes in disarray, and worst of all, her recently mended legs visibly bent and broken once again.

Unmoved, Layla grabbed the phone and handed it to Khloe. “Is this enough for you now? Satisfied?”

“This is more like it,” Khloe said with a faint smile before turning to the manager. “Shut down the store for renovations. Let go of all the sales staff and hire a better-trained team before reopening.”

Layla froze, about to protest.

Khloe’s eyes, cold and sharp as a frosty winter night, locked onto Layla. “My patience has limits. The only reason you’re unscathed is because of Henrik. Don’t assume you have the leverage to bargain with me.”

What an overwhelming aura!

Layla shivered at Khloe’s chilling tone, a cold dread creeping over her. Swallowing nervously, she forced herself to comply without further argument.

It wasn’t until Khloe left the store that the gathering crowd began to scatter.

Gloria hurried after Khloe, her tone tinged with concern. “Miss Evans, we still haven’t picked a suitable dress. What’s the plan now?”

Khloe was also mulling over the same issue. Despite Layla’s disruption, it was undeniable that Victory’s dresses ranked among the finest in high fashion. Her threat to shut the store down had only been a tactic to intimidate Layla and gauge the depth of her alliance with Sloane.

It became clear that Sloane and Layla’s partnership was flimsy at best, crumbling under the slightest pressure. But Layla’s dismissive and superior attitude towards Sloane hinted at a deeper, more complex dynamic between them.

Just then, Khloe’s train of thought was interrupted by the ringtone. She picked up the call.

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On the other end of the line, Henrik’s smooth, resonant voice instructed, “Meet me on the mall’s top floor. It’s not open to the public. I’ll be waiting for you there.”

Khloe ended the call, a swirl of curiosity and excitement flickering in her chest.

She and Gloria headed up to the top floor of the mall. When they arrived, a guard in a suit stood in front of a towering archway, waiting to greet them.

The moment he caught sight of Khloe, he stepped aside without hesitation. With a slight bow, he motioned them forward, granting access to the hidden VIP area.

Khloe and Gloria stepped into a long hallway.

The walls were decorated with warm, glowing lights, giving the space a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

Khloe quickly realized that the designer must have a strong grasp of psychology because the visuals were deeply calming.

As they reached the end of the hall, both women stopped in their tracks. The scene before them was breathtaking. The space opened into a bridal boutique unlike anything they had ever seen. A massive crystal chandelier dominated the room, its light cascading like waterfalls of stars. The glow was warm and magical, filling the air with a sense of wonder.

The shop was adorned with intricately carved columns wrapped in pink flowers and vibrant green vines, radiating life and romance.

Khloe could clearly smell a fresh scent.

The pink and purple wisteria flowers were real, not fake. Keeping a floral paradise on the top floor of a mall must have cost a fortune.

The boutique owner was clearly very powerful.

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