GoodNovelChapter 203 Chapter 203: After many years with the Watson family, Hurst knew Henrik as a decisive, stern mafia boss. He had never witnessed Henrik behave so tenderly and affectionately. The nearby maids were also frozen, their eyes full of disbelief.
One of them instinctively covered her mouth, as if terrified that even the slightest noise might provoke Henrik's anger. She had seen him take lives without hesitation, and she had been the one to clean up the aftermath.
Khloe was momentarily taken aback as well, but she understood that one of her main goals today was to put on a convincing performance.
They needed to convince everyone that their engagement was real and that Henrik was deeply in love with her in order to deceive Henrik's elusive elder.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHenrik took Khloe's hand as he held the hem of her dress, guiding her along as they entered the manor. They had just stepped onto a small garden bridge when they cface-to-face with Eric, Sloane, and Layla Carrillo, who were approaching from the other side.
Henrik's eyes hardened into icy shards as he shifted ever so slightly, placing Khloe behind him in a protective stance. Beside him, Khloe raised her gaze, her expression equally frosty as she stared down at the group before them.
Eric's face briefly flickered with unease at the sight of Henrik and Khloe, but he quickly masked it, regaining his usual demeanor.
Next to him, Sloane pressed her lips into a tight line, her eyes ablaze with jealousy and bitterness. This time, however, she didn't dare to openly glare at Khloe, resorting instead to stealing fleeting glances.
Khloe wasn't the least bit surprised to see them there.
It made perfect sense. Sloane's public humiliation of Eric wasn't something he would forgive or forget so readily.
Yet, the Evans family was in no position to let Eric slip through their fingers. Clearly, they had bent over backward to smooth things over and ensure Sloane remained by his side.
As it turned out, Khloe's instincts had been absolutely correct.
galnoves.☐☐m - your update hub Just a week ago, after their scene at Zhecrora University, Eric had flown into a rage and threatened to end things. The situation had only calmed when Joshua stepped in, sweetening the deal with ten percent of Genesis Company shares and a highly sought-after blueprint for an advanced weapon. That had been enough to settle Eric's fury.
Layla stood off to the side, her sharp eyes darting around as though she were already plotting her next move. Eventually, Layla decided to break the tense silence, her tone dripping with artificial sweetness. “Henrik, it's been ages! My mom was just saying how much she misses you. You should cby for dinner soon." She directed her words entirely at Henrik, blatantly overlooking Khloe as though she weren't even there.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKhloe didn't flinch, her composure unshaken and free of any sign of irritation.
Henrik's expression, on the other hand, darkened immediately. His piercing gaze cut through Layla like a blade, carrying an intensity that made her visibly stiffen.
"Layla, where are your manners? Why would you ignore my fiancée?"
"Fiancée when she's standing right here?" His voice was low and drigid, laced with a quiet menace that drained the color from Layla's face.
Layla hadn't anticipated such a blunt scolding from Henrik. She had assumed her familiarity with him would shield her. After all, her mother-a member of the Watson family-had taken care of Henrik during his childhood.
Henrik had grown into a man of immense power, someone who commanded fear the Laver and espect across nation. Layla had always prided herself on having such a formidable connection, one even Eric treated with deference. Yet now, she was humiliated-all because of Khloe! mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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