Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 559

Chapter 559:

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The authority in Henrik’s tone sent a ripple of unease through Alan. He responded respectfully, “Understood, Mr. Watson.” Then, he turned around and hurriedly left.

Khloe stared at Artist’s ferocious face on the screen. After a while, she said sternly, “Who exactly are you? Why are you impersonating Artist? What do you want? Stop struggling because your efforts will only be in vain. I’ve already breached the firewall of your hiding place. I control everything. As long as I don’t permit it, you won’t be leaving here today. Answer my question honestly, and maybe I’ll consider letting you live.”

Khloe’s expression was cold, her sharp eyes fixed on the screen. It was as if the entire situation, no matter how chaotic or complicated, had always been under her control.

Originally, Artist had been plotting her escape, her mind racing through possible ways to break free. But at this moment, she stood still, her body stiffening. She pursed her lips tightly, her face turning pale. It was as if she was having some final thoughts.

Suddenly, her eyes locked onto the cold, mechanical gaze of the robot standing before her. A strange, almost unnerving smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

She cursed sharply, her voice filled with venomous resentment. “Khloe, if you continue to stay with Henrik, he will die a horrible death. And you will be cursed with endless misfortune. Mark my words! You will be haunted by misfortune.”

“No!” Khloe saw the resoluteness in Artist’s eyes. The expression on her face drastically changed, and she abruptly stood up.

At that moment, Artist pulled out a dagger and, without hesitation, slashed it across the major artery of her neck.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the metallic scent filled the air.

Artist fell heavily to the floor, but her eyes were still wide open, staring at the robot’s eyes. Her expression showed resentment and unwillingness. It was as if she was using her last ounce of strength to brand her malicious curse into Khloe’s heart.

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Just then, Henrik’s men arrived. But all they found was Artist’s dead body.

Khloe’s brows furrowed tightly. An extremely uncomfortable feeling spread in her heart.

She took a deep breath and said through the firewall, “There’s something wrong with her face. Check her face.”

“Yes.”

Henrik’s men quickly followed Khloe’s order.

Under her guidance, they peeled off a thin layer of realistic human skin from Artist’s face.

What was revealed beneath the mask was nothing remarkable. Khloe and Henrik exchanged glances, seeing a hint of solemnity in each other’s eyes.

Henrik ordered coldly, “Continue checking.”

Henrik’s men continued their investigation.

Khloe’s eyes were cold. “It seems this isn’t the real Artist either. The person behind this is constantly setting traps for us.”

“Yes, I think so, too.” Henrik turned to look at Khloe. “Don’t worry. I’ll be by your side no matter what happens.”

Khloe met Henrik’s eyes, but suddenly, the images of the fake Artist before her death flashed through her mind. The fake Artist’s words echoed in her ears. She was dazed for a moment.

At this time, one of Henrik’s men suddenly said, “This woman has traces of training. She should be a special agent.”

Khloe immediately snapped back to reality and looked at the screen.

Just as she was about to speak, her phone vibrated.

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