NovelEndChapter 210 Chapter 210: Layla stood there in shock, her hand clutching her stinging cheek, unable to respond.
cheek as tears of disbelief welled up in her eyes. "How dare you hit me! You vile wretch! What are you all waiting for? Arrest her!" She barked the last command at the bodyguards standing nearby.
The bodyguards hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances before stepping forward to follow her orders.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut before they could reach her, Henrik stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Khloe like an unyielding fortress. His piercing gaze cut through the room, freezing everyone in place with his overwhelming presence. "Who dares lay a hand on her?" Henrik's voice rumbled, low and commanding, laced with a chilling threat. The bodyguards froze under Henrik's crushing aura, their steps faltering. Trembling, they exchanged uneasy glances. They knew all too well that this was a man no one dared to cross-his wrath was legendary and devastating.
"Khloe slappedin front of everyone, and you're still standing by her? Have you completely forgotten everything my mother did for you?" Layla's voice cracked with fury, her face flushed as her words cout shrill and sharp.
Henrik's eyes narrowed, a sharp glint of coldness flashing in them. "I haven't forgotten the kindness your mother showed me, but that doesn't give you free rein to behave however you like. Khloe is under my protection, and no one will lay a finger on her." Henrik's unwavering defense of Khloe left everyone stunned.
It was clear-Khloe had him completely under her spell. Sloane's heart burned with envy and jealousy. How could Khloe be so fortunate? Layla's temper snapped. She yanked her phone from her bag and shouted, "Fine! If you want to shield this shameless woman, I'll call my mother." Watching Layla reach for her phone, Khloe realized it was tto take charge before things spiraled further.
Layla's mother, the powerful matriarch of the Carrillo family, wasn't someone to provoke lightly. If Layla succeeded in dragging her into this mess, the situation could quickly spiral out of control. But Khloe wasn't blind to Henrik's fierce loyalty—it revealed just how deeply he cared for her.
Explore more chapters on gVlKhloe stepped out from behind Henrik, her gaze dripping with disdain as she looked at Layla. “Miss Carrillo, you really have no shame. First, you show up with a fake painting to humiliate yourself, then you try to insult me. I slapped you, and now you're running to cry for your mother? How very fitting of you—your mother's perfect little princess." "You shameless bitch! How dare you accuseof bringing a forgery?" Layla screamed, charging at Khloe with the intent to grab her hair.
With effortless precision, Khloe sidestepped, leaving Layla to stumble forward and nearly fall flat. Without missing a beat, Khloe grabbed a teacup from the table and poured its contents over her painting.
To everyone's astonishment, the once-muted tones of the artwork changed instantly, bursting into vivid, radiant colors that seemed almost alive.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe ink seemed to calive as though breathing for the first time. It grew richer and more intricate, layers unfolding with mesmerizing depth. The inked branches and leaves appeared to sway softly, as though stirred by an invisible breeze. Black ribbons seemed to twist and stretch, every detail becoming strikingly vivid and uncannily lifelike, captivating all who watched.
Unable to contain himself, Morris shot up from his seat, knocking the armchair over with a loud crash. The sound startled the room, and all eyes turned to the painting, now staring in awe at its stunning transformation.
"It cto life!" Morris burst into wild laughter, his voice echoing through the room. "The painting khloe brought is the real deal—an original masterpiece!"
As a collector, Morris maintained his composure when Khloe and Layla unveiled the fourth painting by White. He was convinced that the two m pieces were nothing more than clever forgeries. For three long years, he had explored every possible avenue to acquire White's painting, only to be met tand again with counterfeit copies. The rarity of White's art made it a prtarget for skilled forgers.
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