Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss - Chapter 598

Chapter 598:

She could always find another way to deal with Sheri later, but her mother’s and Henrik’s condition could not wait. She couldn’t afford to let them fall into danger.

Whitney exhaled. “Okay.”

She reached into her pocket, pulling out a USB drive, and handed it to Khloe. “All the technical information is on here. You can verify it now.”

Khloe took the USB and said blankly, “No need. I’m sure you’re not foolish enough to push your daughter into an irredeemable abyss.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Whitney remained where she stood, watching Khloe’s retreating figure, her eyes flickering with a dangerous glint, and her lips curled slightly.

After Khloe got the gene technology from Whitney, she returned to the auction hall and scanned the room, looking for Henrik and Gloria. Then, they left the charity gala together.

Whatever Whitney had planned to smooth things over with Naomi no longer mattered to her. Anyway, she had already done what she could. If Naomi failed to seize the opportunity, it was her fault.

In the car, Khloe looked at Henrik with a complicated expression.

“Aren’t you even a little curious about what kind of deal I made with Whitney?”

Henrik had told her before that Whitney had a patented technology he wanted, but he had never mentioned any specifics. But now, after learning the truth, she felt unspeakably heavy in her heart, along with a dull pain.

Henrik turned his head, looked at Khloe, and said calmly, “Not at all. I believe you know what you are doing and will strive for maximum benefits for yourself.”

His words were such a gut punch; Khloe felt a dull pain in her heart.

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She pursed her lips tightly, contemplating. After a while, she decided to tell him the truth. “She gave me the patented technology for treating genetic collapse. She told me you also have this kind of disease.”

Henrik’s pupils contracted slightly.

“So, how’s your genetic disorder? Why didn’t you tell me about it?” Khloe asked.

Henrik quivered slightly. After a while, he laughed bitterly and said, “I really didn’t expect her to use that patent to trade with you. But, yes, what she said was true.”

Henrik took a deep breath, looked at Khloe earnestly, and explained, “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know you were so capable. Then, later on, I learned you didn’t have that technology. I didn’t want to cause you unnecessary trouble. I got this genetic disease from my mother. She…” He paused, as if it was difficult for him to speak.

But he quickly continued, “She died from this genetic disease. This genetic disease has been passed down through the Dayton family. Anyone with Dayton blood will suffer from this genetic disease. But for some reason, Aunt Whitney doesn’t have it.”

Henrik looked a little confused. “I don’t know why, and I thought it was over, that I was safe. But I was wrong. I still have it. Without exception, all direct descendants of the Dayton family who have this genetic disease do not live past forty.”

Henrik had nothing else to hide. “The reason I wanted you to be my fiancée was because Aunt Whitney said she wanted to see me get married and have children before she would help me with the experiments to treat my genetic disease.”

Khloe didn’t expect there would be so many twists and turns. But when she thought it over, she realized the Dayton family was never simple, and neither was Whitney.

She was no longer surprised to hear Whitney had such demands. However, she didn’t expect someone as decisive as Henrik to be controlled by Whitney.

Henrik seemed to have seen through Khloe’s mind. He chuckled and said, “I want to get my genetic disease cured, not for myself but for my mother. It was her dying wish.”

During her last days in the hospital, her only wish was for the Dayton family to completely rid themselves of this genetic disease, which was like a curse. Even up to her last breath, she was still talking about this matter. Henrik naturally remembered everything. Those memories were still vivid in his mind.

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