Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 575

Chapter 575:

Naomi’s fear wasn’t just about losing face. If she lost to Khloe, she would have to walk naked.

Khloe, sharp as ever, noticed it immediately. A faint smile tugged at her lips.

“Let’s not drag this out. We’ll finish the remaining painting and chess competitions simultaneously.”

The girls fell silent. Had they heard correctly?

Khloe had really proposed continuing the competition?

And not just that—she wanted to compete in both chess and painting at the same time.

Khloe was too arrogant.

Gloria stood a few paces away, her expression a mixture of shock and hesitation as she studied Khloe. But something about the steady calmness in Khloe’s demeanor erased her doubts.

“Miss Evans, you’ve got this!” Gloria exclaimed, raising her hand in encouragement. She believed Khloe could win.

Sheri, however, was frozen in disbelief.

Her wide eyes stayed fixed on Khloe, desperately searching for cracks in her composure. But all she saw was unwavering confidence laced with an air of defiance.

Gritting her teeth, Sheri managed to say, “Khloe, don’t you think you’re being a little too full of yourself? Winning two rounds doesn’t mean you’ll win the next two, especially when you’re doing both at once. Chess requires deep strategy and focus, while painting demands skill and creativity. No one can do both simultaneously unless they can split themselves in two.”

Khloe raised her eyes, her confidence radiating authority. With a cold, piercing stare directed at Sheri, she said in a detached tone, “Weren’t you the one who claimed my arrogance was only because Henrik supported me? If that’s true, why not let me embrace it even more?”

Sheri’s frustration was building.

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Khloe’s expression didn’t falter. “If we do both at once, the bet will be settled faster. Let’s begin.”

Naomi’s anxiety deepened. She stepped closer to Sheri, clutching her arm and whispering, “Sheri, we can’t let this go on.” If they lost, the humiliation would be unbearable.

But Sheri refused to back down. Opportunities to humiliate Khloe didn’t come often. She couldn’t let Khloe walk away.

With that thought, Sheri gave Naomi’s hand a light pat. “Naomi, don’t stress over this. There’s nothing to fear if we keep going with the competition. Sure, Khloe managed to win the recitation and piano rounds, but no one is good at everything. Competing in chess and painting at the same time? It’s impossible for her to win both.”

“But…” Naomi looked uncomfortable with the idea.

Cara stepped forward with a confident smile. “Relax, Naomi. Lindy and I have got this. There’s no way Khloe can beat us when she’s dividing her attention between two things.”

Cara, the cherished daughter of the Swain family, had been indulged since birth. Her headstrong and willful nature often made her seem less sharp than she was.

But her chess skills were undeniable. She had once competed on an international stage, sweeping through rounds with flawless victories. Though she had eventually lost to a chess master, the match had gone down to the wire.

Even the master had admitted that, with just a couple more years of refinement, Cara might surpass him.

So Cara’s confidence wasn’t just for show—it was genuine. She wanted to impress Sheri and keep Naomi from retreating, but she also believed she could win.

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