Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 553

Chapter 553:

He answered swiftly. The voice on the other end left him frozen, his face a picture of shock. He turned to Khloe, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief. Approaching her, he held out the phone. “Khloe, it’s for you…”

Anticipating her refusal, he quickly added, “It’s Morris Watson. He wants to talk to you.”

Khloe’s brow arched faintly at the mention of Morris, her calm demeanor breaking for just a moment. With a trace of curiosity, she took the phone. “Hello.”

“Khloe.” Morris’ voice, tinged with unease, carried through the line. He wasted no time on pleasantries. “I’m calling to ask you to save Eric. I’ve freed everything, and I’m fully aware of the trouble he’s caused. He doesn’t deserve your help—he’s not even worth your time. But he’s still my grandson.” Morris released a heavy sigh, his frustration weighing heavily on him. No matter how incompetent Eric was, he was still part of the Watson family. He despised Eric’s refusal to learn from his failures and loathed his ineptitude, yet his anger couldn’t harden his heart enough to let Eric die. Swallowing his pride, Morris saw no other choice but to turn to Khloe for help.

Khloe’s brow creased faintly. She had no desire to save Eric.

As if sensing her hesitation, Morris spoke with unexpected generosity, his tone firm yet imploring. “Khloe, don’t worry. If you agree to save Eric, you can name your price—anything you want.”

“Anything?” At that, Khloe raised an eyebrow, and the glimmer in her otherwise indifferent eyes revealed a spark of intrigue.

Khloe had no real desire to save Eric. But with the right incentives, she could temporarily bury her hatred for the man she considered a scoundrel. Even so, the offer on the table wasn’t enticing enough yet.

Just then, Morris spoke again, his tone dripping with calculated generosity. “Khloe, don’t worry. As long as you’re willing to save Eric, name your terms! Anything you want! By the way, the CRISPR-Cas9 system has just been upgraded to version 10. I’ll throw in a hundred units. Need Sanger sequencers or other equipment updated? Consider it done!”

He was sparing no expense to win her cooperation. Each of those devices carried a price tag north of $500,000, and Morris didn’t flinch as he piled on the incentives.

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While Khloe weighed her options, Henrik gave her a wink.

Then he barked into the phone, “Old man, stay out of this! If Khloe doesn’t want to save him, then Eric can live with the consequences. Isn’t it his own fault for being reckless and ignoring advice?”

Henrik’s words brimmed with fiery protectiveness, his commanding tone cutting through the air. He snorted disdainfully before adding, “Let me make this clear—nobody can force Khloe to do something against her will. Not even you.”

The crowd fell into stunned silence as those present exchanged incredulous glances.

The fact that the instructor seemed well-acquainted with Morris left everyone reeling. Could it be that the instructor was a powerful figure in his own right, operating in realms far beyond their understanding? And what exactly was the connection between the instructor and Khloe?

Among them, only Sloane truly understood the relationship between Henrik and Khloe. Watching Henrik shield Khloe with unwavering determination twisted something deep inside her. The memory of Eric’s bodyguard belittling her only fueled her growing resentment. Yet, jealousy was the only recourse left to her. She couldn’t afford to lose Eric—not as her fiancé, not now.

On the call, Morris sighed, his tone laced with defeat. “Of course, I won’t force Khloe. The choice is entirely hers.”

Khloe was still deliberating when she caught the resentful glare Sloane shot her way. A slow smile curled her lips. “If Sloane kneels before me and admits that everything she’s said and done was aimed at me, I might consider saving Eric.”

Sloane’s mouth fell open in disbelief, her voice trembling with false innocence. “Khloe…”

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