Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 512
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Chapter 512:
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As everyone kept guessing about Khloe and Henrik’s relationship, Giuliana could feel her anger building up.
Khloe was a sly one. In such a short time, who knew what tricks she’d pulled to win Henrik over and get him to defend her? She was maddening!
Fuming with rage, Giuliana shot a glare at Henrik and snapped, “Lone Wolf, you may be the instructor, but you’re just a survival instructor. Whether Khloe cheated isn’t up to you. Stay out of this!”
At first, Giuliana had hoped to charm Henrik, maybe even flirt a little. If she could win his attention, she could enjoy his good looks and strong build for a while. But now, that plan was out the window. Whether she flirted with Henrik or not, one thing was certain—Khloe had to go.
“Mr. Wallace, you have to remove Khloe from the show!” Giuliana turned to Hurley, her voice cold with threat. “The livestream is supposed to be about survival, not about flirting with men and using them to get by. If this airs, the show’s reputation will be ruined, and I won’t be part of it with someone like her!” Her words sparked an immediate uproar. Giuliana had thrown down the gauntlet, and she wasn’t just all talk—backed by Ivy Entertainment, one of the top three companies, and a star from their roster, she had real power over the show.
Hurley’s face showed clear concern. Khloe was his guest, someone he’d personally invited. It would be rude to kick her off before the show had even wrapped up. But Giuliana’s forceful attitude wasn’t something to take lightly.
Khloe hadn’t intended to argue with Giuliana, but as the threats flew, she couldn’t help herself. She laughed coldly. “You think using a bow is cheating? Giuliana, take a good look. Am I really cheating?”
The moment her words left her mouth, Khloe effortlessly set the bow aside, holding just an arrow. Without hesitation, she flicked it forward with ease. The arrow shot forward like a bullet, its sharp gleam catching the sunlight as it zipped towards Giuliana.
Giuliana was frozen in terror, unable to move a muscle.
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With its icy gleam, the arrow zipped past Giuliana’s right earlobe, its path deadly accurate.
The pearl earring Giuliana was wearing cracked with a loud snap and dropped to the ground.
But that wasn’t even the most shocking part.
The arrow didn’t stop after severing the earring—it kept going, hitting the bull’s eye of the target dead center with perfect precision.
In that instant, everyone’s heart seemed to freeze, their eyes locked in disbelief on the trembling arrow in the target, struggling to process what they had just witnessed.
Was this kind of archery even possible?
But Khloe didn’t pause. She seemed completely unaware of the astonished crowd as she grabbed an arrow from each of the seven quivers. Without a bow, she smoothly flicked them forward.
The sharp sound of arrows slicing through the air filled the space, each one hitting the bull’s eye with pinpoint accuracy. Her movements were clean and simple, without a hint of excess.
When the final arrow found its mark in the center, Khloe glanced at Giuliana, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “Seven arrows, all bull’s-eyes. I even used a few of your team’s arrows. Got anything else to add?”
The crowd remained frozen, too shocked to respond, but the livestream chat lit up with excitement. “This has to be beyond human ability.” “Khloe is incredible. I’m speechless!”
“Yeah, she’s something else.”
Eric stood wide-eyed, his mouth hanging open. There was a fierce admiration in his gaze as he stared at Khloe. Today, she reminded him of the brilliant scholar he had once been captivated by. Only someone like this Khloe was worthy of his attention.
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