Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss

Chapter 90:

“She’s no longer part of the Evans family; she’s just an actress. Of course, she can’t be as formidable as she once was.”

“Exactly, she even upset Eric recently. He’s made it clear that he has nothing to do with her.”

Khloe appeared unfazed, her hands steady and her gaze calm.

She returned with the steaming coffee and handed it to Gwyn, but Dorothy quickly snatched it from her.

The moment Dorothy grabbed the cup, she yelled furiously, “You wretch! This is scalding! Are you trying to burn me?” With that, she aimed to throw the coffee at Khloe’s face.

Outside, Julian’s heart raced.

Khloe, however, was ready; she had been cautious of Dorothy’s schemes for quite some time.

As Dorothy raised her hand with the coffee, Khloe acted quickly, twisting her arm.noveldrama

Dorothy’s wrist bent back, and the coffee splashed all over her face.

“Ah!” Dorothy screamed in agony.

The coffee, meant for Khloe, scalded Dorothy instead, leaving her face red, blistered, and burning. The others stood frozen, exchanging stunned looks. Their earlier mockery and disregard turned into pure fear as they stared at Khloe.

Khloe, on the other hand, remained detached, her gaze icy as she watched Dorothy’s misery without an ounce of sympathy.

She tilted her chin slightly and sneered, “You think you can bully me? Dream on!”

Her voice was cold, sharp enough to freeze the air around her, and her aloof presence sent a chilling shiver through everyone.

“Bitch! How dare you throw coffee at Dorothy? You deserve to die!” Gwyn, both enraged and shocked, lunged to slap Khloe.

In an instant, Khloe reacted, gripping Gwyn’s wrist and forcefully pushing it aside.

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Gwyn stumbled, almost losing her balance, but caught herself on the table, only to bang her head against the edge, swelling up instantly.

At this point, Sloane could no longer stay seated. She sprang to her feet, face contorted with righteous fury. “Khloe, how can you bully them?”

Khloe shot her a frosty glance. “I’m the one bullying them? Can’t you see they are bullying me all this time? Sloane, stop pretending you’re the innocent one.”

Sloane, standing beside Dorothy, retorted, “Khloe, we’re classmates. If there’s a misunderstanding, can’t we just talk it out? This is too much.”

Gwyn, still seething, yelled, “Sloane, don’t bother with her! She was expelled for plagiarizing someone else’s thesis, yet she has the nerve to attack us. She’s completely despicable! Who even calls her a classmate? Khloe, just wait. I’ll make sure the university expels you.”

Khloe finally lifted her gaze, locking her eyes with Gwyn and the others.

Her stare was as cold as ice, a frozen intensity that seemed to have endured for centuries, radiating nothing but chill and indifference.

“Who’s truly vile, me or you? From the moment I stepped in, you started insulting me. No matter how quiet or polite I tried to be, you’d still isolate me with your petty tricks.”

Under her icy gaze, Gwyn and the others felt a twinge of guilt. Their once haughty expressions faltered, and they looked away, unable to meet Khloe’s piercing stare.

Khloe smirked, her tone light and unbothered. “Be honest with yourselves—who’s truly malicious here? Everyone in Zhecrora knows that Sloane is the illegitimate daughter of a home-wrecker who clawed her way to the top. Just yesterday, she promised to compensate me and shamelessly confessed to seducing my former fiancé, Eric. You, the so-called elite university students, can’t see who the real disgrace is?”

Her words hit like a thunderclap, leaving everyone speechless.

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