NovelUpdateChapter 4 Chapter 4: "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently.
Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the blood from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision.
He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could take anyone's breath away.
His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to draw anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose.
His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut more than his appearance, it was his aura-commanding, indomitable-that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers.
Henrik Watson-that ncarried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years.
When he resurfaced, he single-handedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival.
In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him.
Khloe's ex-fiancé, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik.
By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew.
So, if her marriage to Eric had gone through, Henrik would have been her husband's uncle.
Chapters live now at G☐☐☐☐☐Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell.
Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing compared to Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse.
As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe.
If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved.
Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, his eyes gleaming with intrigue.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was the first ta woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him.
He held her gaze as he studied her, a trace of amusement in his eyes.
His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart.
His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous-merely speaking to him was like playing with fire.
But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance.
"I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents s highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can I make you money," she said, her voice steady but with a glint of desperation.
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