“So you’re Miss Evans. I was wrong, Mr. Watson. Had I known Miss Evans was with you, I wouldn’t have dared to even think about her!”
Minutes earlier, he had been full of resentment, but upon hearing Henrik’s name, all his defiance vanished. He no longer dared to show any disrespect.
Everyone knew the stories.
Back in the days when Henrik ruled the underworld, a powerful figure who merely expressed the smallest dissatisfaction with his reign was met with severe retribution-Henrik shot him dead on the spot.
And just like that, the man’s force was obliterated without a trace.
Henrik was a force of pure malevolence; anyone who dared cross him met a tragic end.
Henrik sat motionless, his expression unreadable.
Witnessing this, Karl clenched his teeth.
With blood staining his clothes, he struggled to lift himself and apologized to Khloe.
“Miss Evans, I didn’t realize who you were. Please, spare me.”
Karl’s desperation was evident as he apologized repeatedly despite his injuries.
Khloe observed the pitiful sight before her, her understanding of Henrik’s terrifying influence growing stronger by the second.
Karl had fought his way up in the underworld, earning himself the nickname “Viper.”
But now, he was nothing more than a frightened rabbit, trembling before Henrik.
Henrik seemed far more formidable than Khloe had ever imagined.
As she recalled her earlier rash actions, a cold sweat dripped down her spine.
Still, she knew she was in no position to interfere in Henrik’s handling of Karl.
Although the Evans family would undoubtedly be alarmed if Karl were to die here, she wisely chose to remain silent. Henrik, ever perceptive, noticed her quietness immediately. He tilted his head slightly, and someone moved forward to tend to Karl’s wounds.
Karl let out a breath of relief, realizing his life had been spared. He quickly expressed his gratitude to both Khloe and Henrik.
“I don’t want my connection with her to be exposed. You know what to say, don’t you?” Henrik instructed flatly.
Karl gave an eager nod and said respectfully, “Of course. No one will find out. If Miss Evans ever needs anything, please don’t hesitate to let me know.”
His posture was far from that of a gang boss; he was bowing and groveling.
Khloe was reminded of how Sloane had forced her into such an unpleasant situation with Karl-a threat that had weighed heavily on her mind yet was effortlessly dispelled by just a single command from Henrik.
She couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
In this world, power truly ruled everything.
“You seem to be in deep thought.”
Henrik leaned in closer, his chiseled face so near that Khloe could feel the warmth of his breath.
His intense eyes locked onto hers.
It was then it dawned on her that they were alone in the room now, and the realization made her breath catch.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Khloe met his gaze with newfound determination. “Mr. Watson, since you’ve helped me, I feel I should repay you.”
Henrik’s eyes darkened with intrigue, and he raised an eyebrow slightly. “And how do you plan on doing that?”
Khloe gathered her courage and kissed his lips. The moment their lips met, an unexpected jolt of electricity ran through her, freezing her for a heartbeat.
A wave of panic rose in her chest, and instinctively, she wanted to pull away. But recalling the reason for her actions, she forced herself to continue, her hands shaking as they moved to unbutton his shirt.
He radiated an undeniable charm.
Her breath came unevenly, but she couldn’t stop now. There was no turning back.
Henrik, however, remained completely unruffled. His eyes glinted with amusement as he regarded her, clearly entertained.
“Interesting. Is this how you pay me back?”
Khloe stepped back, biting her lower lip nervously. “You saved me. I can’t think of a better way to repay you than offering myself.”
She lowered her gaze, unable to face his reaction, her heart racing. It had taken all her courage to speak those words.
Henrik’s eyes gleamed with something unreadable, and a brief silence filled the air.
A second passed. Then two… three…
Finally, he let out a quiet laugh. “How about becoming my fiancee then?”
Fiancee?
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