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Chapter 552

Chapter 552:

Khloe's lips curled into a smile, but her eyes were glacial, her words sharp enough to pierce. “I was blind back

then—blind to what you really are. And I've paid the price for my foolishness. Whether you live or die, it won't

make a difference to me. If anything, your death would be a relief. One less waste of space.”

Eric stared at her, his wide eyes searching desperately for any sign of deception on her face. But there was none.

The truth struck him like a physical blow. Khloe truly didn’t love him anymore.

The realization surged through him, and a dull ache radiated in his chest. Unable to contain his emotions, his

body gave out, and he coughed up blood as rage and despair consumed him.

Khloe jerked back just in time, ensuring that not a single drop of Eric's blood marred her clothes.

Eric caught sight of her grimace of revulsion, and his fury burned hotter before consciousness slipped away. His

body crumpled to the ground.

“Eric!” Sloane gasped, her voice tinged with panic as she instinctively moved to steady him.

But Eric's bodyguard was quicker, gripping Eric firmly while throwing Sloane a sharp, disdainful glare. “Step

back! He's too weak for your tics right now.”

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In any other moment, Eric might have reprimanded the bodyguard for his tone towards Sloane. But now,

slumped in a haze of dizziness and despair, he couldn’t summon the strength. Khloe’s cold rejection had drained

what little fight remained in him. Death hovered close, pressing its weight upon him, and he had neither the will

nor the energy to care about Sloane’s obvious distress.

Sloane's rage simmered just below the surface. Her fingers itched to claw at Khloe’s serene, beautiful face,

which remained untouched by concern. The absurdity of her jealousy only stoked her frustration—jealous of

Khloe, who cared nothing for Eric yet still held his unwavering affection.

Khloe had changed entirely, shedding any trace of the girl who once doted on Eric. Now, she treated him as if he

were nothing more than an insignificant stranger, her disdain sharper than any words. And yet, Eric continued to

adore her.

It was a stark contrast to the affection Sloane had painstakingly earned by humbling herself, acting endearing,

and swallowing her pride. Eric's infuriating devotion to Khloe, who clearly despised him, made her want to

scream. In that moment, resentment surged in Sloane's heart—a venomous mix of frustration and bitterness

directed squarely at Eric.

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As much as she wanted to push him out of her life, she couldn't afford to. The Evans family’s fortunes had

dwindled, with their survival now tied to Genesis Company’s arms dealings. Eric's connection to the powerful

Watson family was the only thing propping up her social standing. Without the title of his fiancée, her carefully

crafted image of wealth and status would crumble.

Eric remained the one man Sloane couldn't risk crossing, the one she had no choice but to appease.

The weight of her helplessness and frustration pressed heavily on Sloane, eroding her ability to maintain a

composed and gracious exterior. Her darker instincts nearly slipped through the cracks of her carefully curated

facade.

At that moment, Eric's worsening state overshadowed everything, leaving no one to notice the flicker of emotion

on Sloane's face.

As his face turned an alarming shade of blue and his breaths grew faint, Khloe didn’t spare him a second glance.

Without hesitation, she walked away, her attention turning to the other guests, completely indifferent to Eric's

plight. Both his bodyguard and Sloane watched anxiously, their frowns deepening.

Behind the camera, Hurley paced nervously. If Eric died during the show, he knew he’d face a storm of wrath

from the Watson family that could destroy him. Desperation clawed at him, and he contemplated pleading with

Khloe to intervene. But no words came. His throat tightened with panic.

Then his phone buzzed. Hurley frowned at the unfamiliar number, hovering over the reject button, but the

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sequence of zeros caught his eye. Numbers like that belonged to someone significant.

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