Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 516

Chapter 516:

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Giuliana’s face deepened in red with anger. She lifted her head, glaring at Khloe with raw hatred, before squeezing her eyes shut in humiliation. “I’m sorry, Khloe! I shouldn’t have said you were holding the team back. I’m not as good as you!”

“Good, always remember that. Don’t test me again,” Khloe said, her gaze briefly landing on Sloane with a clear warning. “If there’s a next time, it won’t just be kneeling and apologizing.”

Everyone around her was stunned. Khloe was the type of person who settled scores immediately, never letting anyone who crossed her off easy. It was honestly impressive.

The livestream chat was buzzing non-stop, filled with comments like, “Khloe is so cool!” The survival show had shot straight to the top of the trending list. Eric stood, watching as Khloe put Sloane and Giuliana in their place, his mind reeling. Was he really about to let someone as incredible as Khloe slip away? As the sun dipped below the horizon, it cast the island in a breathtaking twilight glow.

Being on a survival show, they were completely on their own when it came to food, water, and shelter.

Group C had been completely crushed in the day’s competition, leaving them with no supplies. They had to find something to eat, but the wilderness didn’t offer anything edible. As night fell, no one was brave enough to forage for wild fruits, meaning they’d be going to bed hungry.

Group A, on the other hand, was in a very different position.

Having won the competition, Group A had plenty of supplies. But the ingredients they received were all raw—huge chunks of meat with the skin still on. They’d have to cook it themselves if they wanted dinner.

But most of the stars in the showbiz world were clueless when it came to managing their own lives, let alone cooking. Some didn’t even know the difference between sugar and salt.

As Adele, Moya, and Tillie stared at the supplies, clearly lost, Sloane’s eyes suddenly brightened. She leaned in and said, “You don’t know how to cook? I can help.”

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With that, Sloane tilted her chin just slightly, a hint of pride flashing across her face.

Sloane’s cooking skills were decent at best, but among this group, they were practically impressive.

Giuliana quickly jumped in, adding to Sloane’s offer. “We’re not doing this for free. You’ll have to share some of your ingredients with us. And we don’t just help anyone you know… for instance, some people…” She glanced pointedly at Khloe, her snort filled with scorn.

“Giuliana, we can’t act like that. We should be helping each other out. After all, we’re all on the same team,” Sloane said, her tone dripping with fake sincerity as she looked at Khloe. “Khloe, don’t listen to Giuliana. If you need help, I’ll gladly lend a hand.”

“No need,” Khloe replied, her voice sharp and cold. “I can handle it myself.”

“You’re so stubborn! Do you honestly think being good with a bow means you can handle everything? I bet you’ll end up wasting all the ingredients you’ve gathered!” Giuliana latched onto what she thought was a flaw in Khloe, her criticism never stopping.

Khloe shot Giuliana a brief glance, her lips curling into a faint smile. Then, with a quick motion, she pulled out a multi-functional folding knife and expertly skinned, cut, and deboned the beef, turning it into perfectly shaped steaks in mere moments.

Her swift, fluid movements left everyone in awe.

Giuliana felt a sharp twinge of embarrassment as Khloe once again outshone her, without even saying a word.

Sloane was visibly stunned, her jaw slack in surprise. The idea of Khloe being a skilled cook had never even crossed her mind. Struggling to find her words, she remained momentarily speechless, her astonishment noticeable.

“Incredible, Khloe! Not only are you an ace archer and archery instructor, but you’re also an expert in the kitchen! Is there anything you can’t do?” Adele asked, wide-eyed and brimming with admiration.

Khloe shrugged and tilted her head with easy confidence. “I haven’t found it yet, pick things up quickly.”

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