GoodNovelChapter 212 Chapter 212: Layla, burning with fury, felt her face flush deep red. “Great-uncle! This woman slapped me, and now you're rewarding her with shares?" Before she could finish her sentence, Morris struck a sharp slap across her cheek.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"How dare you act so shamelessly!" Morris' eyes burned with fury. "You still don't see the gravity of your actions. Khloe's painting is the real deal, and you had the audacity to call it a fake and insult her! She's Henrik's fiancée. You're disrespectful, and I'm actually being too lenient by just slapping you for it!" Morris showed no mercy. The slap was hard, sending Layla stumbling backward. She held her cheek, tears streaming down her face in shock and humiliation. "Why should I respect her? You've watchedgrow up. Aren't I more important to you than someone like her? What if I said a few harsh words? Great-uncle, you hitfor her? This is unacceptable!" "You've been indulged far too much by your family. I won't tolerate your behavior in my home." Morris' voice cut through the room like a blade, his eagle-sharp eyes locking on her. "From now on, return to the Carrillo family. Don't dare set foot here again without my approval!" The room fell silent, stunned by the sheer force of Morris' anger. His voice carried the authority of a lion's roar, leaving no room for defiance.
Layla's face burned with humiliation and anger, her heart seething with resentment. But under Morris' intimidating gaze, she didn't dare argue. She threw Khloe a venomous glare, covered her face, and ran away, sobbing uncontrollably. Eric and Sloane stood frozen, struggling to process what had just unfolded.
Sloane's heart sank with a cold shiver. She had been sure that Layla's painting and status would be enough to crush Khloe, but she hadn't expected Khloe's painting to be the real deal, so highly valued by Morris. Even Layla had ended up humiliated before Khloe.
Khloe! How was she always so lucky? But no matter how enraged and jealous Sloane felt, she made sure to keep her emotions hidden from both Henrik and Khloe. As soon as Layla left the estate and climbed into her car, she dialed a number. When the call connected, she began venting, "Sheri! I made a complete fool of myself trying to set things up for you. Khloe is nothing but a conniving seductress! She's so cunning it makessick!" A soft, reassuring voice answered, “Layla, calm down. Take your tand explain everything. You know me-l have my ways. I'll make sure you get your revenge." galŋovs.com, the place for amazing tales Layla unleashed her frustrations, and the woman on the other end listened patiently before replying in a soothing tone, "Thank you, Layla. As a token of my gratitude, I'll give you my exclusive vineyard in Bordeaux. I'll be back soon, and when I return, I'll personally deal with anyone who's wronged you. Trust me, okay?" At last, Layla felt a bit appeased and ended the call.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOver in Anepolis, Sheri Dayton lowered her phone with a calm smile. Dressed in a white lab coat and silver- rimmed glasses, she looked like something straight out of a sci-fi graphic -striking and unforgettable. People walking by the lab couldn't help but throw amazed glances her way.
Sheri looked down at her phone, a fleeting shadow crossing her calm features. “Khloe... To win over Morris so easily, you're definitely no ordinary person. Looks like it's tforto head home." Little did Khloe know, an enemy from afar was already scheming against her.
Morris didn't give a damn about Layla leaving the house. He told Hurst to begin the meal. The table was overflowing with a variety of dishes, most of which were Khloe's favorites. Khloe gave Henrik a glance, and he caught her eye, raising an eyebrow in silent acknowledgment. Had Henrik really put this menu together?
Henrik was so considerate in his actions that even she might haven thought he was genuinely in love with her if she didn't know better.
Just as they were about to begin eating, Eric and Sloane took their places at the table. A smirktugged at Khloe's lips as she looked at Sloane. "Since when did you, a mistress's daughter, get the guts to eat with me?"
The moment Khloe spoke, both Eric's and Sloane's faces tightened with tension Sloane gripped Eric's wrist desperately, her eyes pleading for comfort and support. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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